( He's aware. He didn't have a choice, so at the end of the day, does it really matter? Turn him into a Shih Tzu or make his dick grow backwards, the bitch had to die regardless of the cost. Finding out the details felt like something that could wait until after.

Except, yeah, he didn't get an after. He got an Abraxas. He got this, here, with not a single way to find any answers at his disposal.

He shakes his head, lips pursed unhappily. )

Aside from joining me and the First Blade in unholy matrimony... no. Not a clue. ( In a tone that suggests it's meant to be a joke, but with nary even a single scrap of actual humor: ) I'm figuring the rest out the fun, hands-on way. Side-effects may include acting like a huge dick, apparently.

( Just so that last part's out there. He didn't mean it. )