Draiss looked around, and shrugged. "Could be worse, though that I am here suggests that I am already reformed. Then again, I never did ask what being derezzed is like. Not many gods know. So, here we are, trapped in a prison of my own making. Is this where I figure out what actually happened on this plane? That it was already dead, and the fragmented 'memories' are nothing more than delusions? Or that you are not tainted, but I am, and am merely unaware of the Beyonder whispers, since they are so like my own? Or perhaps we should play a game?"