The dead... alive. Yes. Yes, that is the... little friend below the depths. Trying, trying, clawing its way up. It has also not been... so... free.

( But he seems continuously and unrepentantly amused, at ease with the developments. As if one creature's attempts to conquer the world matter little to its proposed destroyed.

And then, rather matter-of-factly: ) If you give it... your body... it will take it. But you won't. As you are so... particular about it.

( It appears the Chained God might be the littlest bit irritated about that. )

The dead cannot fight it off. And so, the little friend makes home in them. It takes... flesh. You understand?