I nod, pleased. I touch when I must feed and rarely otherwise. It is so barbaric and unnecessary and yields no information or anything else of value. I am glad that he does not think we should touch. Something about the colour of our eyes and similarity in hue of our hair made me initially worried that he would want to. That he does not settles something that I am now happy to put aside.
"Call it a demon seems to suggest a religious connotation that it does not possess on its own. It has no morality, but viewing it as something evil seems to serve a purpose I suppose. But it is not. Evil that is. Merely broken and going mad." I frown at the mention of fire and nod. "Yes. Fire is harmful." I acknowledge.
I nod. "I was born in the year 108. It is now 308." He mentions that I might be a legend, and I blink at his words. "Legends account that which is remarkable. I am not deserving of remark." I say simply. "Perfection is not always interesting to those who have not achieved it. We know who and what we are. You who are not like us record little of our history." I shrug. It hardly matters.
"Call it a demon seems to suggest a religious connotation that it does not possess on its own. It has no morality, but viewing it as something evil seems to serve a purpose I suppose. But it is not. Evil that is. Merely broken and going mad." I frown at the mention of fire and nod. "Yes. Fire is harmful." I acknowledge.
I nod. "I was born in the year 108. It is now 308." He mentions that I might be a legend, and I blink at his words. "Legends account that which is remarkable. I am not deserving of remark." I say simply. "Perfection is not always interesting to those who have not achieved it. We know who and what we are. You who are not like us record little of our history." I shrug. It hardly matters.
