"I know you are," she said, giving him a bit of a smile. "But the thing of it is...however you want to explain it...I died."

Maybe he'd assume it was just a really bad coma. It didn't really matter to her if he accepted the notion of resurrection or not. That wasn't the point, anyway. What had happened happened. And it was now, in the aftermath of it, that the real work began.

She whet her lips, giving him a thoughtful look. "May I ask you something? You don't have to answer, if you don't want, I'm just curious. And I think it may help frame the conversation a little bit." She paused, taking a deep breath because she was actually a little nervous to ask him something so personal. "Do you have any...regrets? In life, I mean."