"Mobian," Harrowheart repeats, a thoughtful whisper that wasn't meant to escape him.

Louder, then, he says, "I was born overlander, yeah. Everyone in the place I'm from is overlander. I joined the army, went off to war. Came back from that war, went to a different war. Up there, there were, uh. Mobians. Who lived in the woods. They'd try to kill us, we'd try to kill 'em back. I had a run-in with 'em one night, went through some real hell, and managed to come out the other side. I lived, and after that I had the power to turn into a mobian. It was outta my control at first, but nowadays I got full power over it. I prefer it this way. I like bein' a w – a mobian. It feels more real. Folks on my world, they're of the opinion that this is my real form now, and the other's the illusion. Not sure how I feel about that, but... It don't feel wrong?"

He hesitates a moment, then with a little huffy laugh says, "When I say I lived through the trial, I mean I really was alive back then! I died later. Now I'm mobian and undead. Some boys just got all the luck, huh?"