That was exactly what Diego wanted to know. What was the point of turning him into a human if he was already dead? Forget that, what was the point of turning him into a human at all?

Actually, he realized with a jolt, how had they even done that?

Glancing down at the ground, Diego shoved the thoughts from his mind for the time being and focused on trying to walk. He wasn't the type to just sit and think, and he would never get anywhere near answers to his questions if he couldn't even get from Point A to Point B, let alone attack or defend.

He tentatively reached out with one paw to hold the edge of the... 'bed.' Trying to remember the exact movements, he picked up one of the larger paws off the ground, pulled it forward, and set it down again.

Not as hard as it looked, but he was hardly jumping yet.