“Always trying to figure out how real humans work, Cain?” He tilted his head to one side, his gaze intent. “You’ve got me figured out, don’t you, little devil?” “I think I’ve got some of the pieces.” “The question is, do you know if you’re a real human or not?” He was studying me, then smiled faintly at whatever he saw on my face. “No, you’re sure about me; you see something you recognize, but you don’t know about yourself yet, do you?”
