[ He winces, a little. But it's only fair. That casual little nudge— a friendly gesture— softens him again. ]

I... no. I've tried. When I try to look— to Know— it's... disorienting. And a bit painful. [ Not unlike trying to peer into something else's domain. This implies nothing good, he's sure. Carefully: ] It's not... quite like in the, the coffin, but there's a sort of similarity. Everything feels very distant, from here.

[ So, he. Doesn't know if Basira's also trapped in something-like-an-Entity's-domain, or if she's impossibly far away. Jonathan Sims: master of reassuring news. ]