Well. It seemed that he was dead, judging from his surroundings of swirling, green, distorted faces belonging to contorted apparitions with their mouths opened in silent screams of agony as they struggled to escape the hell that they were confined to.
Though he was curious as to why he wasn't one of those swirly green souls as well. Perhaps he was just special.
"…stupid, pathetic, key-holding brat…besting me like that…!"
And it seemed, perhaps, that the raging cloaked blonde woman was also special. He caught her attention with a gruff, noncommittal sound, before casually tossing off, "Need a guardian?"