"I think so," Benedict says, in a low, uneasy voice, "that's more or less what it..."
He trails off, his gaze going somewhere else, "...said." You know, inside his mind, while it rooted through his innermost thoughts and memories.

He takes the water gratefully, looking a bit less far away now that he's had a sip and been asked another question.
"Um," he pauses, unsure of quite how to answer that, "alive?"