Sparrow has already flown forward and dropped to his knees before Ren, momentarily elated—then wilting, as he examines Ren's closed eyes, the blue light around his nose, and his half-formed hands. As Igor speaks.

The memory of death... what does that mean, with Ren's memory as strange as it is? He looks up at Igor, eyes flashing; that chuckle got on his last nerve. "It's not funny! Don't laugh at him!"