“Assuming, of course, that this isn’t the afterlife. We still haven’t ruled that out, and I wouldn’t be entirely surprised if an afterlife could apparently ‘heal’ fatal wounds. They would have still been fatal if that’s the case, though.”
As he spoke, he reached out his hand that wasn’t busy still lightly tracing the scar on Hannibal’s wrist in order to press his palm to Hannibal’s chest, his gaze falling from that extended eye contact with Hannibal to watch his own hand as he felt for a heartbeat. He found it immediately, thumping strongly in Hannibal’s chest, and met his eyes again.
“Unfortunately, I have no idea what the fact that your heart seems to be beating means in regards to that question. Would the afterlife give you a physical form? Would a soul even have a heartbeat? I think most philosophies would have their own ideas about that and there’s no telling which, if any of them, would be right.” He commented with a low laugh, finally at least partially acknowledging the surreal absurdity of their situation with his laughter.