"...if he was dead, how did he tell you this? Was he a ghost?"

It was sad when people became ghosts. They couldn't let go of their lives, their unfinished business, so they instead became a mere shadow of themselves living a half-life. At least, that was how it happened in his world.

That news about the shore leaves wasn't welcome, but he was grateful. "Thanks for the warning. I'll stay armed and keep training, maybe---oh, wow. You've met a dinosaur. You're lucky to be here, right?"