He was not getting the hang of this.

I had hoped to help you master your mortal form.

They were back in the endless nothingness. The other was a presence once more. Rex’s consciousness recoiled from the memory of death, and the lingering sting of the impact.

I apologise for causing you distress, said the voice, I sensed you on the cusp of taking control of your form.

“Well you misjudged the height of the cliff,” responded Rex, bitterly.