Matt's brows furrow and his head tilts, jaw tightening as he struggles with the concept of coming back. It's just... very different from what he expected. The finality of death isn't there in Tak's tone of voice or his body language.

"Huh." A slow blink. "Well I guess I dodged a bullet." Ba dum tch.

"We are talking about death. Not... grievous injury," Matt can't help but clarify even though it probably makes him look stupid.