He stares at the ground with his mouth set in a thin line. Oh, aliens have definitely been studying the magic of manipulating the soul. In his universe, at least. It has nasty implications when he thinks about it too hard. But then he would rather not think on it too hard when he can remember how his arm burned as it changed shape.

In the end, he decides to just say it. "...Because this isn't my original body. I died, Waver. My soul was placed into the body of the clone that had been meant to kill my team."