Decapitated. That's so... surreal. Everything about this is. Dying at all, dying when he wasn't even in his body, dying in that particular way. If he'd been shot, or stabbed, or strangled or something, he could wrap his mind around that, he thinks. Those are the sorts of things that don't always kill people; people can come back from that.

But there's something so final about this method, and it feels... wrong... that he's here, now, whole and alive.

Jeff hesitates. He takes another breath. It's clear that he's trying to choose his words very carefully as he speaks again.

"Do I... want to know who did it?"

Maybe it's not fair, leaving it to Bash's discretion. But Jeff wasn't there, and this is all so abstract, and it's difficult to even try and picture it, and even with the little bit of context he has, it's just--

Bash would know, better than him, if he should hear all the dirty details.