Coming from Rosinante, paranoia is hardly an accusation, even if the dry sarcasm might suggest it is. No, there's a healthy amount of concern that should always be taken to ensure some reasonable amount of safety. It's definitely pragmatic, and he nods in agreement while Kuai continues.

Whatever happened to the other man must have been pretty wildly different and devastating. No body to recover? Meanwhile, his own might have been taken in by the other Marines on Minion that day, if he was lucky. That snow was falling fast.

Unpleasant. Not what he wants to think about right now but it's hard to ignore.

"I imagine the one you saw is what mine must look like, if I have one at home. But I guess I don't know. Perhaps if our memories can be invaded and put on display, then whoever did this can draw reasonable guesses from them."

And it occurs to him in that particular moment that this may not be the only time this happens. Other memories may still be displayed for all to see, and he closes his eyes against a rush of nausea. His death is one thing. He didn't die honorably, but he made the best of it. There's no need to hide it, really. But what of everything else?