No, it's...a similar feeling for a different reason. I feel...smaller, in a way. What I was before this was so much less constrained to a simple human frame; my body was only a construct, a false masquerade of a human shape made of Starscourge and animated by the shreds of will a betrayed healer left behind. Injuries repaired themselves in seconds, and if I was killed, my form would dissipate like smoke and reform only minutes later.

Now- [Ardyn looked to his hand, curling it into a loose fist.] I have to eat and drink, I'm able to sleep, I can be injured or killed--my blood's even red again, after so long.

Mortals are so...small, constrained to this one single body with too many thoughts and memories and sentiments to hold.