"A feeling I cannot share, even if I understand," Cao Pi sighs. "I was never at home on the water, what little time I spent in my father's navy. But, I do grasp that we all have our own things we miss, our reasons for homesickness and longing."

Which is just more fuel for the downhearted mood. He can't help but think of what might have been, what might yet be. "I wonder if there is anything among the technology that would allow us to go back. Being alive while dead, eating and drinking, is already impossible, perhaps we could look for more impossibilities..."

At the very least, he'd kill for a chance to communicate, to say goodbye to those who matter. To maybe share some sorcery for killing that snake monster. Something, anything to atone for dying in such a useless tragedy.