"Doesn't mean it has to happen the same way," he points out, because it is a dream and anything can happen. And he's okay with dying himself, but watching Chuck die would be quite another matter.
He smiles, though, at the sight of her out here in the sun, looking happy and relaxed, and grins wryly at what she came out with. "Don't worry. Death tends to bring out that kind of thing, even if it's not permanent." He inclines his head slightly. "I love you too, little sis."