That's exactly the reason why MIles is staring at Duv like that. There's no way he doesn't know. There's just no possibility of that whatsoever.

"I know," he hisses, keeping his own voice down. "That's all true. But it happened a few years ago. This is entirely new. I was killed by a needler on Jackson's Whole."

To emphasize his point, he tugs his shirt collar down slightly. Exposing the very distinct needler scars and the long lines on either side of his neck. Where they'd drained his blood in preparation for cryorevival.