"I know construct," Quintet says, tilting her head slightly and hoping the angle will make what she's seeing more easily understood, "To make or create from materials, or something made from those materials. But you're a person. I mean, people can be made, but that's just sort of... how you get born."

She doesn't really feel like this is the right time to go over the whole process of biological reproduction with him. Go ask your dad, Felwinter, or maybe wait until you're older. Or both.

"...You know what, I don't need to know. Sorry I asked, that was— I'm being incredibly rude, aren't I."