The look he gives Foggy then is utterly confused and screwed up and uncertain.

"Okay, you lost me now, Foggy." Sitting back, almost distancing himself from the idea, if only because none of that makes sense in an entirely new way.

"How do they even make copies of a person? Wouldn't they need the person to do it?"

Not even knowing that if he knew how he died it would be worse. How did you copy a person in a million pieces, after all?