Something about the expression on Preston's face seemed wrong, though Errol couldn't tell if it was the unnaturalness of seeing anything other than blankness there or something else. He would have to pry a little deeper.
"Preston... what happened after I died? Did they find you out as well?" A very large part of him didn't want to know. He'd spent the majority of his time in the City trying his best to seal off anything that reminded him of his past life, only recently even telling anyone more than a quick sketch of what the place he'd come from had been like. But he had to know. He couldn't be presented with this opportunity and not know.