He has to agree. While he's never had the bad luck to be unable to talk to anyone, it could get lonely sometimes among the living, with so few people. And so few who understood what it was like being dead, even if differently.

That's a sad thing in and of itself, to be tied to one person but not to be able to engage. At the same time, his hope blooms and he tries not to let it overwhelm him. They don't know this can work.

He rubs uncertainly at his arm. "I was wondering, perhaps, if you could visit my daughter. In Santa Cecelia, México. Not invade her privacy of course, nothing like that but... I haven't seen her. Or heard from her... It'd be nice to know, maybe, if she seems... happy? If she's got friends or what she likes or... if she..." If she misses him.