“...Hungry.” He butters a piece of bread and chows down and tries to figure out an actual answer. To start there’s a sense of space in his head, but he can’t find a non-stupid way to describe that, and he’s already gravitating toward the reason why he’s waking up with a really interesting telepath from another world asking him how he’s feeling...
”Tylendel’s dead.” It might be the first time ever that he’s said it like that, out loud. “He’s dead and I miss him so much and - and he killed himself, even though I was...right there...” There are tears in his eyes but it doesn’t immediately escalate to sobbing, he can still talk, he can try to answer the question because Bella is there listening. “It hurts. I’m...angry? That he did that?” It comes out with a question mark because until now he hasn’t ever formed that sentence, out loud or to himself.