It's just a guess, ( he admits, turning on the spot and then back to her. ) It might not even be for us. Tombs aren't for the— ( "living", is what he'd been going to say, but then the question is: are they? he doesn't know, and that's the problem. ) They're to facilitate passage into the afterlife. ( dead or alive, this isn't a final resting place, at least, not for them.

if he'd recognised her, if she rang some sort of bell, he thinks he could more readily believe that this was some figment of his imagination, some construct made up by a broken mind. but he doesn't know her, doesn't know of anyone that fits her description beyond the absolute basics, which says that at least some of what they'd been told was true. this is another realm, but whether it's death or not, he's not sure.

it's easier when he has a clear enemy, an obvious something to go up against. it's harder when he's left doubting himself. so, he continues: ) A dwelling equipped with necessities for what comes after. ( not unlike their doors, for fuc—. ) We shouldn't worry about it.

—You can call me 'Mr. Knight'.