He had just started becoming used to his senses, to the wills and whims of his body, and the glorious wealth of information it gave him. Lahja hadn’t actively thought about breathing in many days. The shock of having it all stripped away in a single heartbeat made the fallen angel want to take back everything awful he’d said before about not wanting the body Nassau had chosen for him. He screamed, but he couldn’t find his voice, or his throat, or his lungs. He couldn’t find his body, the texture