"Yes..." He tilts his head, blinking slowly and his usually pale, washed out eyes positively glow with the inner light, faint blue and silver in contrast to the rest of him. "More spirit than anything else, fragile shell barely holding together with the light, not the too muchness of Them- Oh. Ben doesn't like Them. I want to help him like Them more, so he can like himself more. They're not bad, and neither is he. You wanted to ask me things, Onni Hotakainen?"

He turns around completely and there's little other quirks. At his hip there's a knife that isn't actually a knife; it's a part of Cole's materialised form and there's a dark green smoke that slowly leaks from it in a sluggish beat, the piece of him that is Mercy and will never be able to forget those moments.

His clothes, at least, seem to be real, in that they're grubby and stained and torn from interacting with real things. The ugly hat is also very, disappointingly real.