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Strycker nods. "I suppose I did die. How odd." He does remember his death quite well, although it did feel more like he was awake a second and then no more, rather than a painful passing. He doesn't much care for the memory, grimacing slightly. He begins talking, not quite to Blackheart, sort of thinking out loud. "So, I assume that stepping through that, what was it, that 'Aperture', brought me here. That means... Well, that means there are more planets than Klendath, I suppose. Unless they advanced quite a bit. Say, is there any way off of here?" He addresses the question back to blackheart.