"You died." It's spoken flatly. Various scenarios run through his mind but there are two he keeps returning to: foresight is fallible or this Faramir is not the brother he'd been told would live, but another who was fated to die.

Either way, he decides to keep quiet while he ponders his options. It wouldn't do to panic his brother (always his brother, no matter what) even more on the day of his arrival. After all, it had taken Boromir some time to understand the concept of multiple worlds and timelines.

"I had --I thought." He pauses, trying to still himself. "I hoped you had come here alive, as other do. Oh, Faramir."