Lots of people are raised in the woods, and Quintet is hardly human herself; it's time for you to admit it, Daeshim. You're just a weirdy.

"Daeshim from Ruinwood," Quintet repeats. It has a rhythm to it, the way she says it; there's a standard format there, easily accepted, "Good to meet you. And I'm glad to hear it. I'm not a big fan of cannibals."