[Really, he wouldn't have minded him doing such a thing. It took quite a lot for him to consider anything as pushy or weird for that matter, shinobi was a very hard thing to ruffle or startle for the most part.

However, the questioning he realized he wouldn't be able to hide his words. May as well come clean despite how ridiculous the whole situation would sound to just about anyone.]

Buried in the ground. Before I was awoken to this place I had died and how I am here in such a state as this I have not a single idea as to the reasoning. It is easy enough to figure out this is most certainly not the other plane and that the people here are very much living.

[He motions a bit to his chest again, though still a bit wary of showing it for the most part.]

A hand and arm through the chest while using a jutsu, protecting the one person who was precious to me. It has been reduced to nothing more than a scar and I have not been told why. I have no purpose to be here if my precious person is not here as well, I was bred to be a weapon and be useful to that person. But without that person being here... there is no point in my continuing existence.