"Yes," he answers plainly. "It's the sordid, unfortunate result of what happens when one's soul dissipates from his own body. Were the false gods to try, there would be not much more than an empty husk to revive."

Not that he's asked if the gods could revive him or fix his damaged soul in some way -- his goddess would disapprove. Accepting it hasn't been particularly easy, either. Much like the circumstances surrounding his impending death, he's damned no matter what he does.