[All of his senses are still on high alert. His fingers, his body tingles when he touches things. He can still feel his pulse in his veins, he can smell and taste... The only senses he's truly had use of for the past seventeen years are sight and sound, and to have the other three so abruptly returned to him is still making his head spin.

He's quiet, taking contemplative sips of his soda and feeling the sugary aftertaste heavy on his tongue, the smell of the carbonation tickling his nose every time he raises it to his lips.]

For once, I agree. I have no way of knowing how long it will last, but...I hope I can begin to make up for how...abruptly I was discorporated. This could prove to be quite an incredible opportunity for closure, for all parties involved. Even moreso, perhaps, than the knowledge of my continued yet transcorporeal existence.

[To say nothing of being able to touch people, to hug them, to enjoy however briefly those things that most people take for granted.]