"Broken? ... Maybe. Maybe I contain a lot of fragmented data and things are reconnecting slowly. I might still be made of data at a certain point, and I don't know where zeroes and ones ends and the cells starts. ... Maybe it's time I get that checked out. (Then again...)", his voice faded into a thoughtful mumble towards the end, Neon rolling onto his paws, crossing the forepaws under his snout and putting his mind to think.
"Things been weird lately in general. Rumors, doppelgangers, an ink yokai having dream problems, and there's something about the air around the deeper parts of the forest that I can't put my finger on but is different.", but quickly he switched back to the subject of himself, addressing the general area of thought of Nebula's concern, "I doubt there's some sort of corruption in myself. If there were, I'd probably be sickly or something like the low fever I had two weeks ago, (which also implies I'm still organic?)"
