[He huffs through his nose and turns his head to rest more comfortably against Ren's shoulder, his eyes open but not really seeing as he stares across the room.]

And I do not want to be lost. [His voice is soft and just a little sad, buried beneath the dryness. "Lost," hm? It's a good way to describe how he felt drifting in that endless white void. If that's what's waiting for him after death...

He shudders involuntarily and grits his teeth for a moment, forcing himself to recenter, using Ren's warmth and the steady sound of his beating heart to bring himself back.]

And yet, you have a future to return to, Ren. [A future that he doesn't share. He can't quite keep the pained bitterness out of his voice this time, even as he tries.] I will make that same choice as often as I am able to.