"Um," Jeremy began. 
'I just wanted to know why you're covered in water.' He thought, but it was too late to say that now.

He wasn't expecting to face a philosophical argument today (if it had to do with the Gods then it was probably theological, right?), but it wasn't as if he had never thought about it. Ever since his encounter with the "God" of """"Reality"""", the thought would flit through his mind from time to time. Jeremy thought things would change when he got a gift, forgetting that most Gifts were pretty innocuous boons which slightly increased a person's quality of life. For all the glory they got, it was worth remembering that beneficial Gifts were rare, and the Gifts that called to the gods that gave them were infinitely more so.

"I mean, mine's not that bad. My Gift, I mean. At least I can use it to run away when people try to hit me." Jeremy said. Contrary to his true feelings, Jeremy was defending his gift. It was as if he didn't want to lose.
"It's-" He almost said it was better than nothing, but that wasn't entirely true. It made running away easier, but hiding was a lost cause with the ethereal wizard hat permanently fixed onto his head. "It could be worse." Jeremy reasoned. 
"It could've been, like... you know, that one guy, the Crocodile Man from Lasgo."

Now there was a sorry tale. A man cursed with the appearance and instincts of a crocodile with the mind of a human, doomed to forever wander the sewers of Albion. He was actually a pretty decent guy, apparently, and he had a pretty nice crib from all the money he got from doing media interviews. But still, it must've been a pretty painful way to live.
"Anyway, if you just keep your head up, things will get better eventually... Or something..." Jeremy's voice trailed off powerlessly.
Really, he was just lying to himself at this point. He had kept an eye out on these kinds of things. A method of 'fixing' bad gifts, or losing them, things like that. What the gods give only the gods can take, or so they say. There were probably gifts that could take away other gifts, but if so, surely [i]someone[/i] would know about it, and he hadn't found anything. Just a little bit, all he wanted to do was get rid of his godforsaken hat. But what else could he do besides dream about it? How could Jeremy do what the Crocodile Man, or the Elephant Man, or any other of the millions of maligned individuals failed to do?

Jeremy sighed and batted at the blue brim. His hand passed clean through, as usual. There was no use worrying about things that wouldn't happen, so he decided to focus his efforts on the more current issue.
"Anyway," He said again. "Do you still need some help? I can call an ambulance, or something?"
[@Crowvette]