[He scoffs, despite everything happening.]

It's not like I exactly planned for it to happen like this. I don't even know where here is.

[He has no idea what a "Dead Apostle" is, and trying to ask right now would just be a waste of breath and time. Something he found he was short on both.]

And yeah, I have. It's called a malboro, and if it breathes that stuff on you, you're going to be in trouble.

[Meaning, that green smog that happens to be eking out of each breath.]