"I don't know if 'manifested' is the right word," he admits, caught between pensive consideration and sincere worry. "He's implied that he has a 'form' beyond what we see and the way he looks now is just - him 'wearing' a body, so to speak. I don't know how the mechanics work." And he doesn't want to think too closely on it either, though he invariably does so regardless. If there's any chance that the original owner of that body might still be in there -

"But yes," he continues, wrenching himself out of that disturbing line of thought. "He's, well, he's subject to the same constraints we all are. Can't leave the city, and I suspect he can't really do a whole lot of damage to it, either. Could be he just can't be bothered. Or it - could be the Rift's keeping him in check somehow." It would be one of the few things he'd have it to thank for.