He wouldn’t have given him his rank, even when he did finally think to give him his name. But in his current state he can’t quite remember, and he furrows his brow as he stares up into a cobweb-laced ceiling.

“No,” he finally answers, voice sounding faint. “No, I’m their captain no longer. They’re dead, all dead. I don’t know why they live here, but where I’m from they’ve been dead for years.”