He tilts his head, waiting. York appears to be grasping all of this readily. Surely he'll have questions of his own. Some things, even Locus doesn't know the answer to. Experience has taught him much, but not all, about the state of his existence as this...thing.
He knows enough to know he prefers it to death. Without question.
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He tilts his head, waiting. York appears to be grasping all of this readily. Surely he'll have questions of his own. Some things, even Locus doesn't know the answer to. Experience has taught him much, but not all, about the state of his existence as this...thing.
He knows enough to know he prefers it to death. Without question.