Ah! A hive mind in the more poetic sense: one consciousness shared by the many. An avatar for the lake of lost souls, thusly fashioned after the bones of the fallen.

Or so he suspects: more and more he is beginning to see nothing is quite what it seems - and in a different manner than he's used to. Very well.

He bows, and his long hair spills over his shoulders to hang like a curtain around his head. His hand sweeps gracefully to his side and across his chest. "Your autonomy goes unchallenged, O Many-jointed One-and-All. I shall monopolize your time no more."