[He's still on his way, trying to get to the park quickly while being just a little unsteady on his feet. But he's definitely taking in what Smoker said. Everything is complicated, and he feels a little sick and dizzy every time someone brings up that he died, the surreal feeling is not going to go away anytime soon. But there's also relief at the idea that he won't be battling the Marines that have arrived here.]

I was, and still do sometimes. But it's not my space, you know? I know I'm welcome there, but I also feel out of place. Does that make sense? They've got lovers and lives that didn't exist when I was-[Fuck, now he has to say it again.] When I was alive the first time.