"Isn`t that right, angel?"
"I`m not an angel," I say.
Angels are pure souls without bodies. Demons are the ones who possess, and ghosts are the dead, still living. I might be either a demon or a ghost, but-- but--
"What are you, then?" says Talis softly, privately, his sensors aglow.
I know it is important. I am as curious as he to discover the answer. We wait through 3,4511 milliseconds of processing silence.
"I`m a monster," I say.
A smile comes onto his face, then, like bindweed growing across a grave. "Welcome to the club."