[She was glad. Normally Chise didn’t joke but… even if he was ready to be forthcoming about things, he had seemed almost tense in different ways. If she could help him relax, then she would. Still… the most his explanation got out of her was a curious head tilt and a few blinks as she processed.]

So… ‘Azathoth’… [Wow, that name might be difficult to remember.] “Is you. In a way. Not something placed by someone else in you?”

Chise’s own experiences with the latter had her asking with that particular phrasing. “So… it’s almost like… your own form of magic?” But deeply innate and connected to him.