To be honest, Daniel's not sure he has the mental energy for philosophical debate right now, either, and he literally is energy. Thanks to the Rift and its, he's assuming, specially-engineered strain of the common flu, he's been rendered drowsy and drained and leaky - all of which are very physical sensations, not that it seems to matter, and all of which are supremely uncomfortable to experience while existing purely in the metaphysical sense.

"Look," he says, tiredly if not unkindly. "Look at me. I'm energy, I'm - Ascended, to a whole other plane of existence. But I still feel things, involuntary or otherwise, physical or - I guess, emotional." Fixation on the physical, at present, unless one counts his perpetual rage and exasperation aimed directly at the Rift, on principle just in general but right now in particular. "Emotions are gonna be a part of the package, no matter who you are or how you exist. You're a life-form. Of course you're gonna feel things." He tries for a wan smile. "That's not bad."