[ That… is a good question. What is he? Not fully Ascian anymore, possessed of his flesh and blood once again, and certainly not human. Something ancient and unsundered, something twisted and broken in a way that is uniquely his. A tangle of things he is utterly unwilling to pick apart at the moment, or perhaps ever. ]

Call me an Ascian, if you must call me anything. Though I doubt it means much to you, just as archangel means little to me.

[ Ascian. That’s the easiest. The most comfortable. It means he doesn’t have to pretend to be anything better than what he was before. ]

All supernatural things are a secret?

[ Frankly wild concept, but also a very welcome change in subject. ]

Doesn’t that get tiresome?