Duncan pauses, swallowing as he processes the information. That's...alarming. Every time he thinks he's gotten used to the idea that a well-placed stroke of a sword can take even immortal friends away from him, something like this comes up. But Connor can't die. It's just not allowed.

"You're intact from the neck up," he says, trying to rein in the emotion. "So either you won or you got interrupted. Right?"