[ Reiner smirks at that -- vaguely, anyway -- but nods his head slowly in understanding, maybe even sympathy to an extent. To him this seems like a normal talk despite the abnormal subject matter, but Reiner has always been good at that; earning trust or easily coaxing conversation. ]

That would bother me for sure. I hate forgetting anything.

[ He shakes his head a little at that, gaze somewhere distant before he moves on from clipping, trimming just a couple more leaves as a finishing touch before he glances back over at Terry. ]

I'll be really bummed out if you tell me you're dead or something where you come from. Uh -- you're not, right?