He felt fairly confident that he could take it, should Bee tell him that he really had died during the battle with the Decepticons. Even if he hadn't felt any pain, it seemed the most likely that he had died.
During that silence in which Bee must have been debating whether to answer, Jazz was oddly calm. He could take it. The expected answer was the one he heard. Yes...he had died. "So I did die, huh?" His arms crossed in front of him. "It's alright I guess. Better to know than not..." But the question was, if they ever got back would he still live or would he be dead?
Shaking his head, Jazz gave a small smile. "I guess the only thing that's important is that I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere if I can help it."