BB had died from his wounds, at least it seemed that to everyone. To him, he was aware. He couldn't see anything but an endless black void, but he knew. He knew that there was awareness in the breaths he took and the beats his heart made. He could hear Jack's mourn-filled sobs, and feel him cradling the 'lifeless' body.
Aware.
He knew so, he heard so, he felt so.
