A partial product of incomplete memory, cobbled together into a false existence. A person who, by all rights, should not have existed at all-- and yet here you are, regardless. Testament to the persistence of that which was best left forgotten.

[their face may not be visible, but it isn't hard to tell they are watching douman in a sort of detached way, tone very nearly clinical, just light enough to keep it from being truly so-- nearly approaching casual.]

And persist you do! How far you have gone- and how fortunate to find yourself here. I very much doubt you would ever touch what you seek with your own hands, were it not for this opportunity.