"This feels a bit like entering Super Body Mode," Lynch muttered, his voice a mixture of indescribable shock and excitement. 'Damn, this is absurdly strong, isn't it?'
The Profound Corpse gazed back at him in silence.
There was no hint of emotion.
But Lynch knew it wasn't apathy or detachment. It was because this physical shell had no independent "self."
It *was* him.
It was another one of his hands, another of his legs, another pair of his eyes.
'Yes, that's exactly what it feels like.'
'It's strange.'
'It was as if he'd suddenly grown two extra legs and another pair of eyes, and he couldn't get used to it at all.'
Lynch took a moment to compose himself. He decided to focus on acclimatizing to the new senses, starting with the most basic exercises.
He had the Profound Corpse lift its right leg.
'Wait.'
'Something feels off.' Lynch looked down, only to realize he had lifted his own right leg as well.
He was moving in clumsy unison.
