Alain is quiet a moment before answering, his brow furrowed. "Sad? No. Angry. Embarrassed. Guilty. But not sad, not truly." It's true. He was sad when Roland died, sad for the girl Arya when she killed him, but his own death brings him no sadness. Why would it? He didn't want to win, particularly, so the loss of it hardly stings.

"Confused," he adds, after a moment. "I do not understand how I can be dead - twice, by my accounting, including how I died before coming here - and still awake. It feels..." Wrong, he thinks. Sick, he thinks. "Strange," he says, and leaves it at that.