[Soren's snide little smirk falls into a frown as he studies the tiny cat "laguz". Well, it wouldn't be the first time he's been spoken to by them, he suddenly recalls, and finds himself swept up in yet another wave of disorientation. Something about this exchange gnaws at the back of his brain in the same way it does when he recognizes mortifying incongruency. What's wrong with this picture? What inappropriately philosophical turn is this conversation of theirs taking? What example is his statement drawing upon, if any at all? Does he recognize what the brand on his forehead means? Find anything disturbing about the way he smells? Moreover...]
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Hmm. You talk rather strangely for a child...