At that moment, he knew they were dead. Not dead in the conventional sense of the word, the whole endless oblivion thing, but dead in the sense that they could no longer go back to the way things used to be. The way life should have been, if only they were not dead. But they were. They were! Dead. Dead. The word kept ringing through the despair of his consciousness and he just kept grappling with his slowly crumbling perception of death, life, and other existential fluff.
“No! Nooooooooo!” he cried. “You can’t go left!”
But they did go left.