[It's the kind of self-consciousness he hasn't felt in a long time. He's established here, but this reminder from home is uncomfortable. He's different, and not in a way that should be accepted. Or forgiven, in some cases.]

If you're asking about our respective positions in time, you're probably farther along. [This, at least, is comfortable. It gives him room to settle and straighten out, as he falls into the familiar patter of a status update.] Despite what you've probably been told by the people who reside here, this is more likely to be an dimensional pocket running perpendicular to a possibly infinite number of parallel universes. People arrive here from different moments in spacetime, but it almost assuredly is not any particular afterlife. The set dressing is all a distraction.

[He takes a breath before continuing.]

But to your question, the last time I was home, I was about to take the long way into the future for you lot. I haven't gotten there yet. Jemma says it's likely I've died. [Or that he hasn't, but he's too busy being cynical to address the other end of that.]