And all that Poison selfishly cares about right now is that he hasn't forgotten her. It takes a few moments for the implications of what he says to sink in, but once they do she looks up at him again.

"You're not dead anymore?"

The implications of that, too, sink in with a kind of selfish twinge. But she's happy, because no one should have to go on knowing that there's nothing for them back home other than no longer existing.

"How? After that long?"