Gren was starting to get the impression that this man's life had been nearly as strange as his own... if possibly in a less traumatic sort of way. "Ahhh. That kind of thing." He thought he understood that, at least in a vague sort of way. He was used to hanging out with other musicians, and they could be a temperamental sort, to say the least.

"I want to know," he admitted. "Even if I get out of here, I haven't got much to go back to." If anything. He still had the sinking suspicion that he'd been dead before they'd pulled him here. Or at least close enough to it that the distinction was trivial. "If I'm going to be put through all of this, I need to find out why." Even if it was a borderline suicide mission. That hadn't stopped him before, after all.