Death is not freedom for a Penal Hero. It is only the part of the sentence that takes something from him before sending him back.
Everyone told you to leave Xylo Forbartz where he fell. He would be resurrected. The body no longer mattered. But when the condemned goddess-killer wakes in the Church crypt and finds you beside the remains you carried home, he cannot understand why anyone would treat one of his deaths as though it counted.
