[ Gorre's eyes slide half-closed, like a cat basking in a truly pleasant sunbeam. The tiny smile widens just a shade further. They understand each other so well, don't they? The reason he kept so many pieces of the already-broken human that had been Winter. ]

If you're going to generate my data for me, then you can tell Cubia to delete me now. It would be more efficient.

[ He drums his fingers, the amusement of a private joke lighting his eyes. To share, or not to share...

Well. Why not. ]

...That was what this world already was, to Winter.