[It doesn't help that Allen acts as the exposition fairy for the main characters of every new side storyline. Lambert must be this one's.

His eyes harden as Lambert writes the first question.] No. It's-- [Noah, a race of humans looking to destroy all of humanity, the leader of which happens to be his father and their traitor is the man living in his head?

His firm gaze wavers. It's--]--complicated. [Another hesitant pause.] I'm human. The other part is just . . . a different sort of human.

[But that second question, that is much more simple. He takes on an emotionally removed, explanatory tone and expression. He's just reciting the same old abridged backstory to yet another stranger.]

I've had this arm since I was born. I was cursed when I was ten or so. [He doesn't actually know how old he is, so all he's got are estimations.]