"People come to this place alive?" He looks surprised. That is a new concept for him and a possibility that has not crossed his mind at all.

"I-- do not know. The moments before I woke up in this strange room, they are all a blur and then-- darkness." A shadow crosses his face. He might not remember the nature of his injuries but his spirit very well recalls the blackness of its impact. "We were to reclaim Osgiliath. It was heavily guarded. We encountered Nazgûl."

Another shadow, of a different kind. Yes, he lost the city again and Faramir feels accordingly about it.