I'm certain that you can help in all kinds of ways that many others cannot.

[Being dead and all.

Guilt creeps up on him, since not only does the fierce corpse have control of his mind, but he seems to be a good person. But he wonders how much he can be blamed-- there's so much happening right now. Not only are they being ferried off somewhere they don't know, but what he thinks he knows about the world is getting challenged again and again. It's a lot to deal with.]

But perhaps you need some help of your own.

[He tentatively holds out a hand towards the fierce corpse.]

That fight must have used up our stores of this... Chroma.