[A far more gruesome fate than the one Cain suffered on the hull of that ship, in the dream, built on a real life example of memory. Wei Wuxian weaves the brutal description into a fond reflection of a friend. He finds himself openly staring as though this other man has grown a second head, so thoughtless is the transition, but those barriers are down between them. There's less shock at the violence itself than its delivery.]

Thought you would've been eaten by dogs or something, sounded like they really freaked you out.

[Torn to pieces by corpses, instead. Cain's never seen one that wasn't dead on the ground, never to walk again, never to bear any resemblance to the living. That one might reanimate itself... it gives him a crawling sense of discomfort. Dead things should stay dead. But then, what did it mean for this person, who had lived three lives.]

What is it, some kind of magic bullshit? Whatever lets you come back after you die. Can't be technology like they got here.