"And so he becomes as much a part of you as...you."

He nods, leaning back in his chair and crossing his legs at the ankles. Arithon knows, all sorcerers from his worlds do, how things connect with themselves.

"It can not be easy, I think."

Then a flash of whimsy;

"Should you have questions, I may answer. Or I may not. I am a twisty bastard."