Enjolras' frown deepened with every passing moment as he listened to her speak. How could he be outside of time and outside of the world? Magic? Magic did not exist. Still, if he was here, alive, and if this was not the afterlife, he supposed there wasn't any logical explanation. Begrudgingly, he decided not to argue the point, for now.
"I... died," he explained, clearing his throat. He felt awkward and uncomfortable to utter such an idiosyncratic and otherwise unbelievable sentence. Still, the blood and bullet holes that marred the remains of his shirt supported the statement. He didn't want to say 'I have nothing and I don't know what to do' but he hoped that the question would be obvious in the lost way he was gazing at her.