He shakes his head when he apologizes, "No, it's not that." 'Then what is it?' Fuck. He scrubs a hand down his face. How does he even ease into this? He's not sure there's a way, honestly.

He sighs and stares into the middle distance, trying to form his next words just so. When he does finally speak again, hr switches to Norse. "What stories have you heard of the undead?" That's as good of a starting place as any, wasn't it?