[He offered the younger man a knowing look. Most of them had made mistakes thanks to the influences of Deerington, and it was clear that similar mistakes could be made based on how their unique blood types were effected by the Moon and the other unknown elements of this place.]

It wasn't a situation that I would have had aired publicly. However, it is done, and I am looking to smooth concerns regarding myself.

[He would deal with the fall out in time. Perhaps when he had better more consistent energy, but until then, he would likely to be confined to in and around the house. Apparently acclimatizing to a new body here was far more difficult than his other attempts.]

Why would I have bad feelings? It might have been luck more than skill that killed me, but I understood the risks going into that fight.