[ there's a lot to unpack here, for more reasons than he's told to Steph. He was dead, yes - but he'd been dead for a long, long time. Long enough to abandon any hope of finding out who he was before. Long enough to become someone else. He'd had to find new goals to drive him forward as years of nothingness dragged by in limbo.

And now he's remembering that he had other reasons to survive - reasons that were quite opposed to what he'd settled on in the afterlife. ]

... Ha ha... I'm an idiot. [ even if it wasn't on purpose, he's clearly blaming himself, anyway. ] ... She was my half-sister. She was... sick. When she was stuck in bed, I'd keep her company and read stories to her. I hated that house, but she made it bearable. Hah...

[ why he hated it is just out of reach, but he can remember now that her room was the only place he could feel comfortable. ]

I... loved her a lot. I wonder what her name was.