Recovering from the horrible chest wounds and the soul-splitting pain that accompanied such healing, Ryan adjusts his velocity to catch up to Strength, stabilizng himself and drawing alongside the falling man, about fifteen feet away.
Smirking, Ryan, upside down, raises a hand and waves at him, ignoring the buffeting winds due to his protective force field. "So, I imagine you never thought much about the hereafter, being tough and regenerative and all. There's gotta be a lot of metaphysical questions going through your mind, and you've got a choice."
"You can either ponder them for the next few minutes, before your insides are splattered over the ground. Or, you can answer my questions and ponder them for sixty years inside a nice, comfy prison cell with cable TV and central heating. Now, where's Honor?"