“I know of at least four others—” he stopped, blinking, allowing the pair to talk before he was questions again.
“Erm, yes.” he was a living copy, but by no means one that never died. “I was like you, green and everything. Then some magic mixup gave me life again and I’ve just been like this.” He left out the majority of the details. Strange voices telling you someone else had to die for you to live again was not an experience he was about to share again.