[Hey, which of them would take anyone at their word? But it's a consistent enough story, now he's ironed out that one small detail.]

So your story is—you died. [The words have more impact than they ought, with what he knows.] And then what? I presume you weren't in the Shibuya I'm familiar with.

Was it like this place? A cognitive copy of some kind? [And how did he die? Does this him fit more into the pattern of universes than it first appears?]