"Aria - this human, this is a copy of her body," he says, gesturing at himself, "She traveled and met more humans from more cultures and sub-cultures than I ever saw. I caught some impressions when we were... forced together, you could say. There is no way in which I am qualified to make judgements on the matter. Humans have it hard and make it harder for each other, that seems a good place to leave it."

He cocks his head, long hair spilling with the motion. <I could have his head off before he understood what was happening, but I'm not ready to die to kill a petty tyrant. I won't stop you, but it would be well to choose a moment and a method.>