He should have known an answer from Gojo would be less than concise, but it's still... a lot. And none of it feels like it applies to him. He stares down at his tea with his eyes narrowed into lines, thinking over it all. Debating how to answer the questions.

"When a Lightbearer dies, our Ghost recreates our body from scratch. You can't heal a body which has been crushed or incinerated or disintegrated," he shakes his head slowly. "Sometimes my Ghost found it easier to start over even with lesser wounds. Exos are... complex. Difficult to fix. So she'd have me shoot myself. I've died more times than I can count. We had to be dead in order to become Lightbearers at all.

"But I don't remember dying before I came here. Not in the way you mean. Not my Final Death. If my Ghost were dead, my Light would be gone, and as long as my Ghost is alive..."

She could, theoretically, bring him back again. Even if it was only to a situation from which there was no escape. A death he knows is coming whether it has already or not. None of them were walking out of that bunker alive.

"To answer your question: Whether this is the same body or not means very little for me."

It's also not really the point, but that's... Well, he's not entirely sure how to bring it up.