[ He feels as though he has more proof that at least he's dead, but it doesn't feel definitive enough to share. It's difficult enough to know he'd failed in the one thing that Skyler ever expected of him... Not just because of his expectations for him, but for his expectations of himself. This... wasn't how things were supposed to go.

He takes a calming breath. It's just him who died, at least. He wasn't all that important, as far as people went. As far as he knew, his friends were still alive. They'd carry on without him. That was sad and lonely and terrifying, and if he kept thinking about it he'd probably just melt down right there on the dock... but knowing that he wasn't all that important in the grand scheme of things also comforting in its certainty, in a way.

Besides, Hana needs him to not melt down and keep them both going until they can find someone who can fix her arm and leg. That's enough purpose for him, for right now. ]

... Well, if it's permanent, and not a dream, I don't think it's too bad so far. [ He pulls a wry smile as he starts walking the dock toward the shore. ] I hope you're not a dream. I'm not creative enough to make up a person like you. I don't want you to go disappearing on me, you know? I still haven't heard about all those video games you pro-gamed back where you from.