Silk Boxers

Leonel pushed himself up and off from the bed, his gaze having become especially bright. The shadow that should have been over his features wasn't there, replaced with a bone-deep determination.

"You're not going to ask me any questions?" Nilrem asked.

"What would I ask?" Leonel spoke, getting used to his body.

Right now, he felt as though he truly had been reborn. The issue was that it wasn't an advancement.

Still, getting used to his sudden weakness was a necessity as well. If he tried to do something based on his previous understanding of his body, and ended up injuring himself or worse, then he would have no one to cry to.

"Who I am? How I disappeared? Why I only appeared now?"

"Don't care." Leonel replied.

"Damn," Nilrem clicked his tongue. "Somehow, you skipped through centuries of maturity and jumped right to being that annoying prick I remember. Is this progress or regression?"

"It's whatever you want to call it."