Knights of Tezoth

At some point, glasses appeared on Revaniel's face, and in her hands—a pen and a hardcover notebook. Listening to the shapeless entity, she made notes in it while nodding along, uttering various variations of "uh-huh," "I see," "is that so," and "very interesting."
- In other words, you cherish your habits and muscle memory very much. Although where are they now, these muscles? You look more like jelly. - Her companion poked the incorporeal soul with the pen, causing its shape to temporarily shift. - Bubble-bubble-bubble, ahaha. Are you sure you don't want to start with a clean slate? Be born anew, have your backside wiped, be fed, raised, and find a new family?