You must be an apparition. [he covers his forehead with the heel of his hand.]
I died holding your hand just moments ago! I took that whoreson Ser Zephirin's spear to my gut, laden with primal energies. [quietly] I saved you.
[the thought crosses his mind, he zips his jumpsuit down further. He hadn't even checked. Lo and behold, an enormous and fresh pink scar laid waste to his abdominal landscape.]