"I don't want to be human," he grumbled. "I like you guys and all, but your bodies suck. You sweat and stink and are squishy as Hell isn't, you get sick at the drop of a hat, and you can't even eat candy all day. And let's not even get into the other physical functions."

Besides, he wasn't really human. Not in his head. It made a difference.

Gabriel found his eyes closing and forced them open again with a blink. The stars really were the best thing right now. He'd never really taken note of them before; after winging past a couple of suns from close-up, you kinda just didn't think about them as something to look at. Humanity was far more interesting.

But down here, with his relatively new physical limitations, he was far more aware of the utter space in the night sky. "At least the storm's cleared off the view," he murmured.