She'd have to have a normal, to understand where this varied. Sadly for everyone listening, she is not, and she is enjoying this, this little dance of hers, where the gold glimmers and gleans and she is power in her own body, for once, for once. The dance of words, of definitions.

"For an inorganic, perhaps. Your bodies are replaceable but your minds immortal. Have you never considered the inseparable nature of flesh and bone beings?"