'...Is a little push. Or, maybe a kick?' He thought, within the warmth. He'd grown accustomed, to his warm yet dark surroundings. Most of the joy of having a sense of temperature and touch again had finally begun to wear off, and he was left with only his recently clear mind to occupy himself. He'd used the time at first to try out how well his mind was really doing. With first simple addition and multiplication, to trying to make up little nonsensical stories. So far, he really seemed to be thinking normally.
He tried not to think about the fact that he'd indeed, really killed himself. It didn't seem too bad anymore, anyway. Here he was, experiencing things all new again!
Through enough trial and effort, he'd managed to wiggle, and squirm. He could actually move a decently alright distance in his... Floating container. He wasn't sure what he was inside of, but at this point he was pretty sure that he was, in fact, inside of something. When he wiggled far enough, he came into contact with a smooth, slick wall. Slick in the sense that the texture wasn't rough, he'd come into the understanding that he was also, floating in some sort of... Liquid. Very, very dense liquid.
Yet, this was just about all there was to his existence, as he couldn't see. There wasn't any light, in his 'container.' He was fine with this, because the warmth of it was enough for him. Anything was better than that void.
As time passed, he experienced other sensations of... Movement. He was repeatedly jostled around quite frequently, during his initial few... Perhaps weeks of time. During which, his ability to move and awareness of his own body grew. Hence why he could now wiggle most of his body... Of which, he was realizing something a tad bit unnerving.
He clearly, wasn't human. When he flexed what he'd originally perceived as fingers, in his initial state, turned out to be... Both less, and more flexible than a human hand. In different ways. Not quite as well for manipulation, but great for gripping and squeezing. Nothing to test that on yet, though. This, wasn't the only thing. His would-be 'arms' were... Segmented oddly. Like, the limbs on an animal. His legs were, too. Bent all weird. He was able to confirm both of these things through slow experimentation with his 'hands.' By slowly tracing them along with what bodily strength he possessed, he could trace their outlines and piece them together mentally... It helped that, he could feel and move them to confirm.
And, something far more jarring and exciting, was the presence of... A tail. Somewhat nubby, but still long enough to whip just enough to chase... Maybe he was a dog? They lived fairly exciting lives, and that would be a very much welcome change. Or maybe... A cat? Oh... He'd love to just laze around, all day.
But, those two notions were... Cast out. Especially once he realized a very simple fact. One that he was, admittedly, embarrassed to not have realized already. He was in an egg.
Then, what was he? A lizard? That seemed about right... But he didn't feel quite like what he thought one should be like. Weren't they rather unintelligent? How could a lizard's brain support... Well, a humanoid soul? Not that his soul was particularly human anymore... Having been split into many pieces, mended improperly, and then imposed onto... Well, maybe a new soul?
He'd... Taken over that star that'd been trying to build itself. This... Creature, was forming on its own... And he took its place. That... Was a little daunting. He'd technically taken the life of another creature... Not that it was too jarring. He'd eaten meat in his past life, being a normal person and not some sort of tree-hugger. But, he did feel a little guilty about this. Like, someone who'd gotten onto a plane and taken a seat without a ticket... Especially the seat of another, and claiming it was theirs to begin with.
He decided, that it would probably be better to think about this later... He's got some wiggling to do, after all.
And wiggling he did, as his guessed weeks passed, he grew more. His tail elongated to what felt like the more proper length, and his limbs were more developed. His head, which he'd felt around, had a bunch of little bumps near the back... And he had an elongated, thin snout.
Actually, in feeling all of it... It actually felt like something resembling... Well, a Dragon. He thought perhaps this was a bit crazy, as they were clearly fictional creatures... But, he'd already been through some definitely crazy stuff already. Death. Learning that souls existed. Losing his soul. Taking another's. Reincarnation.
Yeah, this wasn't on the top of the list of crazy stuff so far.
But, the biggest proof... Was when he'd been wiggling with his torso, and turning inside of his egg, that something had caught on the edge of the wall, and pulled out to his side.
A wing. He had a wing. Or, a pair of wings. This, made him unimaginably happy to realize, and his life-long, yet never known desire to be a dragon was coming to fulfillment. He wiggled with happiness, gyrating around within his egg, and hitting against the wall of the egg along with tiny chirps of his throat, to make what little sound he could in celebration.
On the mention of sounds... He'd heard some, over these weeks. Very deep rumbles, that at first he'd been... A bit scared of. But, as time went on, and he learned to make his own sounds, it'd become a welcome and familiar thing to hear. Obviously, whatever was outside his egg wasn't ill-intentioned, he'd have been dead long ago. Again.
Wait. Outside his egg? It seemed that this was just a time chock-full of basic realizations for him, as he realized that with him being inside of an egg... There was an outside.
And so, he finally had a new goal. Escape. He hadn't enough strength just yet, but he'd keep trying with every passing day.