He looks at her, eyes a little too wide, expression a little too earnest in his desperate need to believe that it's true.

After just a little too long he nods, looking away, slightly pale.

"... Yeah. Sorry, gunny. I just -- I don't know how the hell I even..." He fades out, looking off somewhere indistinct. "... I should be dead, right now, I think. There ain't no way I coulda survived that, if it actually happened..."