It doesn't bother me for you personal development if you're supposed to be dead or not. It bothers me the strain that puts on you as a person and the universe. Bodies know when they aren't supposed to be running anymore, and this isn't that.

[He knows it's pointless to keep trying on this, keep hammering, but there's always that nagging part of him that swears he can convince anyone if he just keeps talking.]

You have been kind to me and... and many, many more. I am trying to repay the favor as a person, not simply as my station.