"I did. I was. But... not the way I did before." It's good that she doesn't fear dying, that she sees herself as part of the cycle. Siffleur doesn't imagine he can make her understand how it felt for him, so he won't waste his breath. Anyway, he's learned time and again that there's some things you can only tell other deeply damaged people. So, he just smiles instead.

"Dying has made me less frightened, but I am never beyond the point of feeling terror. I'm more animal than man, and I am just like any other animal. I eat, I sleep, I dream, I dread." And he shrugs. What else is there to say?