"Oh come on, I'm literally dead! I evaded those taxes fair and square!" Sued by his own friend.

Avery is still Avery.

Mood lifted, he raises an arm and lets his magic work, bringing it all down to bone. The dust dances around his moving limb, shimmering, before his arm reforms. He glances over to see the reaction to it.

"This is why my hands were being changed back when I was Teto. Wist's magic made that version of me alive, but since I was dead, things got wierd the more the magic ran out. I didn't figure that until it was over."