What grants us that intoxication of vitality? Is it merely the state of being flesh and bone, that renders us human?

That thought lingered within you as you sat on the bench, gazing at the city.

"It's useless to grapple with those questions every time," Chuuya remarked, drawing near and seating himself beside you.

Maybe he was right. Both were vessels for a being with extraordinary abilities, but that sense of superiority didn't resonate with feeling truly human