[Salone]

Lev chuckled a bit, watching Michael wrestle with the water.

"Humans are kind of frail, aren't you?"

He stopped, face aghast at what he had said. Humans? He was human. Why would that slip out?

Because we're each other, Lev. I am you.

Lev spoke out, not even looking at Michael as he picked him up from the ground and stood him up.

"I will not be you. And you will never be me. I am human!"

You are human no longer. Your flesh holds itself together because I will it. I can weave you any way I please!"

Lev bit his bottom lip. He couldn't hold anything back from Na'lsa, he could easily read his every thought. But somehow holding his tongue still felt like restraint.

"If I would not die, I would say find another body, Demon."

Not so easy, when this body is who I am!

Lev sighed, letting it rest for now. He looked at the weakened Michael, giving him a sheepish grin.

"I promise you that my mind is not addled. I think we should be going when the others arrive."