The idea of people dying and coming back is just something that still seems unbelievable to him, and in general Lyrik would not have been happy to know that any of those he'd come to know here had died. Ban was doing him an unwitting favor by preserving that illusion that things hadn't been as bad as they seemed.

     Lyrik stepped up to the man's door, lifting a hand to knock. He'd thought he'd heard someone within just then, so he it would definitely save him the trouble of having to poke around the ship.

     "Mister Ban..?"