You think I'm speaking of your form? [He smirks dismissively.]

It's nothing so shallow as that, I assure you. After all, there's no shortage of sad, hollow creatures shaped like people on that mortal coil I so recently shuffled off of.

No, I speak of the quality of the soul. Nothing bad sad, fractured remnants everywhere I look. Why, even those who apparently hail from other worlds entirely appear just as diminished as the wretched creatures I left behind.