“The old proverb goes ‘you are what you eat’.”

“Yes, and?” I already knew I wasn’t going to like where he was going with this.

“And I eat humans and spawns which coincidentally lines up with my anatomy being half human half spawn. Therefore, by that logic, everyone is, quite literally, what they eat. If they ate higher life forms.” He scratched his chin. “It makes sense on a cosmic level.”

I slapped a hand over my face. “You also eat pork and beef. Are you a pig and cow too?”

“Irrelevant. I said higher lifeforms.”

I sighed. “You’re insane.”

“Took you how long to notice? No but seriously, maybe I’m more 1/4 human and 3/4 spawn based on my diet.”

“Jesus Christ, Sylus…”

“I like being partially human at all times.”

“You’re a human soul. That’s as human as you have to be.”

“Run my Vrilk through some tests. Bet you’ll find residual human DNA that isn’t mine. Wore mine out a long time ago…”

“How about we don’t do that?”

“Well now I’m curious.”

“We are NOT running your Vrilk through a battery of medical tests just to see how many people you’ve eaten! That’s beyond morbid, Sylus!”

“I mean I know how many people I’ve eaten. Hard to forget, really. I’m more curious about how much is left as residual.”

“This conversation is over. Mull it over with Qaitax if you have to, but I’m checking out.”

“Wonder if anything would show up on 23 and Me…”

“SYLUS!”

“You have 100 living relatives extending from 12 different people… Congratulations you somehow broke the system.”

“SYLUS! STOP! Oh my GOD! STOP!”

He scratched his chin. “It’s more than twelve anyway.”

“SYLUS!”