Big fat accident. Heh. [There's no actual amusement in his tone.] ... To make a long story short, a scientist needed a vessel. She chose a flower that my dust- kinda like my corpse- had wound up all over. When she granted it the will to live... I'm sure you can fill in the rest!

[He glances back at Till.] I'm not trying to win sympathy points, trust me. Just talking. [In hopes that maybe it will get Till to open up, or at least not kill him.] If your home didn't have weak little monsters, undead flowers, and killer humans, then what was there?