<But…But if that’s how you were made, Clef…it seems like you weren’t always a key. It seemed like, for a second there, you used to be a person.> More silence. Then: <Yeah. Weird, right? I’m not sure what to think of that. Perhaps that’s why I remember the taste of wine, and what it feels like to sleep, and the smell of the desert at night…> He laughed sadly. <I don’t think I was supposed to know.>
