Looking down at the small necklace he clutched in his hand he nearly lost himself in thought until Allana's next question made him grin instantly. "Like I'd ever forget. It made me hate Libraries a lot less." He watched her with a steady gaze. He wanted to reassure her that it was him, not scare her away or make her think he was just some demon. In this place it was entirely possible so he knew it wasn't fair to blame her for all her tests. It still didn't mean it didn't sting emotionally. He put up a brave front as he always did and faced the situation head on. They kept telling him he died, he couldn't just blow it off with how many people were saying it. Even if he really, really wanted to.
The lightsaber was cool on most occasions, but when it was pointed at him it really lost a few cool points. Which was disappointing. Connor would probably have scolded him on a normal day for thinking that, but it was true. He looked at her cautiously. Unsure of what to do or where to go, he just waited. With a weapon pointed at him he was sure it was the better option. Practically invincible or not, he was not suicidal. He didn't exactly want to learn what that weapon felt like first hand.
The look on her face worried him. If she was that bad off because of this, he wondered about Clark and Connor. It never really occurred to him before now that people really thought of him. Before the death that he didn't remember, he did remember being reckless. He silently swore that if Allana did believe him and they got past this that he would be better. He couldn't let the people he cared for hurt like this again.