[He frowns, glancing up. While he understands his own knowledge of his world's cycle is unusual, for a world plagued by so much undeath, it seems odd that more doesn't seem to be known]

I would think the dead have more insight.

[Eleven folds his fingers together, leaning forward] Do you not feel a call to rest? Your spirit drawn to another plane? Or a sense of unrest, awaiting proper rites?