[ It's not as light as it ought to be, but Trevor has never been one to shy away from gallows humor. ]

Find something I don't like, even chances it's a fucker calling himself a priest or your father behind it.

[ They're all thinking the same thing, he can imagine. Whether the turning is going to happen again. His own question is how many times can he survive it, because right now it feels like a wonder that he's managed two. It's not uncommon for the turning process to be fatal in itself, and though he's always been fairly convinced he's hardy enough to be at risk of surviving it, that was assuming that it would be happening once, and that it would be happening the usual way around.

(Fuck, if this happens again he's going to need to start making notes. They have nothing on how it might look to have the turning process reversed.) ]

Let me try water, first. [ Even water seems a little much, with his digestive system having essentially destroyed and reformed itself as something designed to primarily consume something else twice in the space of a few hours. ]