what's this

There's a playful eyeroll when Jigano mentions Remi. "Yes, but have you seen him? He's tall! And muscular. And then there's me, very short and clearly not muscular." Honestly, pretty much all the men here save for a couple were super muscular. Like, what the heck. Did the Voice just hand select tons and tons of muscular men? Oliver could only really name a couple of men who weren't muscular, but when they weren't muscular they were freaking tall as hell. "So...the form tends to relate to us? Like a personality trait or how we behave?" Well, Oliver would think it'd be easy to guess his, except for the fact he wasn't sure how real his personality was. How much of it was similar to the old him and how much of it was due to his new world? Marking away the toy cat idea, Oliver would make sure to see if he could either make one or trade for one. Then again, the first option would most likely be personal and therefore earn a response from Ludo. Oh well, he had time to wait. Jigano's explanation did far little to help. There were too many things that didn't add up. "Wait, hold up. So you're saying this body, the one I'm currently in, is not the one that I was in before? Like, I looked different, I wasn't this?" His eyes and voice were reflections of his stress. Everything he thought he knew had been thrown out the toilet. "But I remember being short. I remember....having to dye my hair to make it blonde. I remember getting these exact tattoos. So did the Voice just happen to find a random shell and put me in it? One that also had dyed blonde hair and identical tattoos?" None of it made sense. This body felt so real to him, save for the magic portion. It felt like it belonged in all of his memories. What did this all mean? OLIVER i saw that my life was a vast glowing empty page and i could do anything i wanted