[his eyes narrowed uncertainly. It sounded like Kennedy. Looked like Kennedy. But that surely meant nothing.

He suddenly couldn't help wondering if the wings truly did mean he'd reached an afterlife of some sort, though he couldn't imagine how that would have come about. There'd been no battle that he could remember that could result in such a thing.

There's a moment of silence where he considers his options, before giving the boy a curt nod]

Very well, Lieutenant. Suppose we skip the part where this is impossible and attempt to make some sense of the situation?