[Any irritation James might've been feeling drains away at that last question, the tone of Freddie's voice, the memory of his own first few days here--what little he does remember of them--and how he'd been too afraid to ask that same question himself.]

I don't know.

[He wishes he could say otherwise, but he truly doesn't know. It doesn't seem so, but it certainly would make the most sense, although--]

But it does seem that this would be something of a disappointing afterlife.

[Though then again, perhaps that would be fitting in itself in some way. Still, that thought is perhaps even less reassuring than the uncertainty, and he's well aware of that.]

And it's one indistinguishable from life, in many ways. Tea?

[It isn't 'have you eaten' but it's adjacent.]