“How do I know you even have a consciousness? I can’t know.”
“You can’t know.” Fei echoed back, voice flat and expressionless. The thought didn’t hurt him. There were plenty of people who had thought the same over the years. Who thought that he was simply a living doll, faking a poor attempt at life through magical means, and really who was he to argue?
He’d had a mother, once, but what did that matter?
“Does it matter if I do?”














