"In the loose sense of the word, sure." He tries for a smile, a light pull to one corner of his projection's mouth. His current blasé view on mortality and, more accurately, the lack thereof is something that creeps unconsciously into his tone, though he softens it almost immediately after. "You forget, I've done this before."

Sure, things might be different here in a way that's more than a little disorienting, but he's adjusting. He's adapting. He did say he wasn't planning on dying here, but apparently the Rift had other plans in mind. It wasn't a promise he intended to break.