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Lambda held the fruit in his hand, intrigued, or perhaps on some level admiring the work. He had never seen any make such artistry of their food before, though the explanation offered granted the insight needed, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. 

“An interesting way to ease your boredom, but you’ve clearly had the time to develop some skill with it.” This fruit was not the work of someone who had only just picked up a knife.

“You say you’ve lived a long time, yet you do not look so old by human years.” The fruit momentarily still clasped in his grip, the realization that struck him made sense of a great many things. “You are not human either, are you?" 

Emil hummed quietly, pleased his meaning somehow seemed to make sense to the other before him. Yes, this other was similar to himself, was he not?

                [ not at all ]

   ”An a-awful lot … yes.“

He would not deny the time he had spent, would not deny the years he had practiced carving with a knife before his slumber for thousands of years. It was an odd thing to look back on and realize –what once had been pure talent– was actually skill, grinded down through cuts and scrapes upon fingers.

His smile grew almost bittersweet. Had he been found out, then? ”Hehe…I am a spirit, th-the spirit in charge of the g-great kharlan tree, t-to be exact.“ He had not exactly hidden such a story from others, yet he did not wish for such a story to be offered so naively. ”Or, I w-was … until it was s-split in half. Now I s-simply keep the balance of monsters.“ This person reminded him of one other, or perhaps a better way to say it was: reminded him of himself.