[ She's silent at that, her expression twisting a little. She almost wants to burst into a run, just get away from the conversation and pretend like none of this ever happened...

But she owes it to him. Even if he can be kind of a jerk sometimes. ]

... Masaomi, I'm not ... like you. ... I was made, not born. I'm only three years old... I'll turn four soon, though. [ A beat. Come on, Xion, get to the point. ] I'm not human, Masaomi. In my world... I'm called a Replica.