"I'm ten," he confirmed. He was about to add something, before he realized how pointless it was. What good was it to discuss maturity with a stranger who had no interest in it? And it wasn't like blowing up one or two buildings populated with cognitions was really harming anyone. In any case, he should stop wasting time on it and return to his mission.

...

Despite that, some amount of curiosity kept him here. It was distant and vague, it could barely be felt, but it was here.

"Who are you? You look like a Ren, but I've never seen you before," monotonously recited Ken.