"And your faith requires you to be dead?" B prods gently. He has very little in the way of faith in anything left, except the power of soft things, chocolate, and hugs. (God, that sounds corny.) And for the vast bulk of his life, he lived with the sole purpose of surviving, so the idea of giving up your life for faith is almost painful to consider.

Steve would probably understand, though. "You can't have that faith from a new life on some other world out there?"