"-- We are!" It's a joyous shout, oblivious to the idea of terror in the face of Being Dead - for it's a glorious thing! To be accepted beyond the gates! Even if this supposed Valhalla isn't anything like what he imagined, it's so different and little miracles keep happening that it must be true. His brain can't comprehend any other sort of explanation.

"If you don't remember, it must've been something magnificent and unexpected!" Those were the best kinds of suicides. Reaffirming this, he now steps closer, unable to tell when to back off someone. When not to touch. No, he's touchy-feely, so he reaches out to try to grab for Cole's shoulder in an effort to console as he chants.