[ So Kaveh acquiesces, because doing otherwise would be to disrespect the drifter's wishes, and he could never choose that. He's far too kind, even to this empty shell of a doll that only held the sins of a puppet that was deceived and made to dance a waltz of madness.
It's a good guess. Well thought out, using every bit of information Kaveh has at hand. It's as close as any mortal will ever get to learning what he is—because the rest of what he is lay in the realm of the divine.
He smiles at Kaveh, heavy with the weight of over four hundred years. ]
There's only one thing you're wrong about: I wasn't created to mimic a human.
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It's a good guess. Well thought out, using every bit of information Kaveh has at hand. It's as close as any mortal will ever get to learning what he is—because the rest of what he is lay in the realm of the divine.
He smiles at Kaveh, heavy with the weight of over four hundred years. ]
There's only one thing you're wrong about: I wasn't created to mimic a human.