"A what?" He looks around him in a brief bout of terror. "Where? How? I'm not - I work in maintenance. I'm, you know, employee of the old Enrichment Center. For Testing. You know."

He cups his hands in a rough ball shape, hoping this might jog something. "A core. Personality core? Made to - well, never mind what I was made for, all that matters is that you're just some smelly human and I don't - I don't have to listen to you, now, do I?"

There's a tremor in his voice as he says it. The man is magical. A wizard! Challenging him over something isn't, possibly, one of his best ideas.

Then again, he wasn't built to have good ideas.