[Unplugged doesn't quite make sense to him, having lived in a world of newly invented steam power and gas lamps - It makes him frown, puzzled, but eventually nod, guessing the meaning through the context.]

The dead, I suppose, need no gift of the god to carry out this work.

[Still, he's ill-satisfied by the answer, lowering his hand and taking a step back to return Yusuke's personal space to him.]

The way you speak of it, I might mistake you for a Witness. But no Witness I met has ever used the power to twist death - only... [He grimaces, a subtle shiver running down his spine.] The one being I encountered who had, his mind was ruined by the passage of time, so losing himself that he had forgotten his own name.