"Okay, just." He holds up both hands, palms out. "I'm still me. I just happen to, uh, exist in a different form than I do usually." That is to say, human. Or mostly human. He's been in a bit of a gray area for a while now.

There were some that would have called the Ancients gods.

Of course, Daniel never subscribed to that school of thought. All the gods are false these days, always have been, and he's uncomfortably aware that the substance of him is very much a state of being that's easily placed on a pedestal. Elevated, in more than once sense.

"I was dying, before. Another being helped show me how to, uh, make do." He sweeps one hand in a sloppy vertical gesture, eyebrows raised meaningfully. "And now more recently the Rift hit me and I was sort of dying, um, again so - I had to do it again."