It felt wrong, despite reassurances. He wasn't the same person he'd been before at all, was he? There was something unknowable about himself, as well as all the unknowable new rules of the world, and Kaden couldn't see a way to navigate this. He stepped back and sat down on the wet step of the bus, staring at his hands for want of a better thing to stare at. Briefly, he glanced up at Vincent and Qebhet again, ghost and goddess, and then pinned his hands beneath his armpits when he realised they were shaking.
"I don't know what to do now," he admitted, to the ground. Could everything stop, for a moment? Could everything new just please stop?