He was shaking. Why was he shaking? Dying wasn't permanent here, so he shouldn't have been scared. Was it that he'd died or that he knew there was something stronger than him in this godforsaken place that had him on edge?
Death was supposed to have been a release. Transcending the mortal coil or something to that effect. Instead, he was right back where he'd been before. Part of him wished that it was like this back home, where the dead didn't stay that way. His clan would still be alive. He'd still have a family. He'd have probably ended up a completely different person.
There was probably some sort of payment though. Something that wasn't blatantly obvious. Perhaps there was something she knew that could shine a bit of light on that seeing as how she'd been here longer than he had.
"If it's not really broken anymore, can you still make it stop hurting?" He didn't think it was possible, but there was always that one-in-a-million chance.