Were he not so preoccupied with the idea that he could be in Hell, he would be impressed with the woman's level-headedness. As it stood currently, he could only shake his head violently, desperately trying to reclaim his full vision. His training, if it could even be called that, did not come from military. Some of his skill came from police training. He continued to learn on the job, even though he was a vet by the time he was taken away from his home. Cristian had been fighting long before he ever even considered wearing the badge. Sometimes one had to, to survive where he came from. But he didn't just fight to survive. And he did much more than merely fight. He taught himself everything, including how to kill.

If she was a soldier, he was an animal.

However, he wasn't completely barbaric. He didn't attack without reason. As sense came back to him, he conceded that he couldn't be dead. She said Norfinbury, and that jogged some memories back into place. The grip on her became looser the more Cristian remembered himself. He pulled his hand back, then stepped backwards.

"I did. Die. It was after dark..." She would likely know what happened. Everyone knew to get shelter before sundown.