[Wynter went when summoned, vaguely wondering if he's now granted the rank of Castellan in perpetuity now that he's dead. The notion makes him giddy but he squelches it down as he sits across from the Coordinator, wishing this conversation already over.]

How have you been?

[A ridiculous question that almost makes him wince after he says it, but he realises it asks everything he wants to know: what did happen after he died and why was Narvin here.]