I don't think it's dead, if that's what you're asking. I don't know if anything can kill these things, but bullets aren't working so we're going to have to think of something else.

["We." As if there's a we here. Questions with no immediate answers, a teeming slurry of confused and confusing thoughts scrambling to make sense in his head, and no time to issue any of them.]

[For now, he can start with the immediate:]

This isn't an afterlife.