[ Hm. Angela regards the old man in the beach. He seems so resigned to death. Visually, he reminds her of Odin, but he is nothing like her birth father in demeanor. Which, honestly, is a point in his favor. ]

There would be no point. The dead do not stay dead, here. You would suffer for naught.

[ She extends a hand to pull him to his feet. ]

I may as well walk you to town.