I—I don’t know how to properly express this.
I have a body.
I’ve had my host’s for a few years now, of course, but—I can move of my own will.
It was all I could do to keep my composure when I first ate food again!
This is mind-bending, this is exhilarating, this is—This ought to have been impossible! The only thing I can think of is that coming within range of another Item must have made the chink in my host’s mental armor that I needed to worm in and take over.
I don’t plan to give this up any time soon.
And with how old I am, “soon” could be beyond a mortal’s lifetime… h-heh. My host has better get comfortable in his soul room.