~ SASHA ~
She wanted to argue literally everything he'd said, but one of those statements demanded to be addressed. "Zev, what do you mean you're a "thing" and I'm a real person?"
His lips thinned, but he didn't let go of her hand. "I just meant… I mean, I'm a creature, Sasha, you get that, right? I wasn't born. I was made. Created by people. Real people. No one really knows what I am. They call us Chimera because they don't really understand how we work or where we came from. You're human. You were made when two other humans reproduced. I was made in a lab. I was cultivated by a machine. It's an existential mind-fuck," he muttered.
She frowned. In many ways she found this thought far more disturbing than anything else he'd said so far that night.
"You're human though, too, right? I mean, your human genes must have come from somewhere?"
