There's a stretch of silence. Will had been expecting a typical approach of asking questions and getting answers, or a gentle goading at the start. He purses his lips as he tries to figure out what to say.
"I can't escape the idea of death." Will decides to say. It's as good a starting point as any. "I like not being in homicide anymore. I don't like ... Getting into someone's head. The stimulation." He moves his hands a bit as he talks, trying to find the words to appropriately get his point across.
"I had this dream about my life. It was similar, I guess, not quite identical. I was a homicide detective still. Like it's haunting me."