"Then what's with the horns?" he asked. "You were transformed. Now that you're stuck here again, you revert to a Drykas body, your previous one, I suppose. But... well... I wonder if it's not apotheosis because it's not, or just because the Valterrian made the celestial realms start pooping you out. So no apotheosis just because you're no longer up there..."
He licked his lips, then bit them against a spike of pain rearing up through the general hum of damaged nerves.
"Sorry, never mind. I know it's a painful subject. It's just easier to ignore the pain when my mind's otherwise occupied, and that's the magnum opus of problems right there. Ow, shyke. What's in that? It smells like toothpaste.
"Oh, d'you think it'd hurt to make Res now? I mean, my hands are already in water, so..."