...I see. [Leaving the cat bit out, it's pretty much what he expected. Dead, disabled, or... burdened. Unfortunately for Damian, his questions won't stop there.]

What was it? Alien invasion? Magic? [Wait, will he create a rift in the timeline if he knows too much? Or is it too late to think about that?]

Well, thanks for the heads up. Didn't think it'd come that soon, though. I can't be that much older in your world, right? You can't be more than what... twelve? [He smiles, wry. It's not like he hasn't expected to die at least five times by now.]