If he doesn't--he won't. "I better start, it's just." A lot. A struggle to get out. It always has been. Were he here, Alex might tease him that Xander had already done it once, why was it so hard to repeat?

Xander sits down next to Seto, rubbing his wrist. The right one, where the bar code tattoo is, half-hidden by the bracelet Willow had given him a few months ago.

"Well. I mean it's kind of obvious I'm not entirely human," he starts, a hint of humor re-entering his voice, even as he twitches his wings. "Except it goes further than that. Where I'm from, at least some people had cloning technology, and I am one. My 'twin'? Alex? He's actually my progenitor; they took cells from his wing feathers and cloned me when they couldn't kidnap him."

He relates all this like it's normal. Only because to him, it is. "Anyway, the Artificers--the people who made me--wanted to make me into some sort of weapon, but I ran away before they really got programming into me." Xander laughs, clipped. "But that's why I have scars--they'd implant or inject things in me, and my body rejected them. Sometimes violently. So. Um. I kind of..."

He swallows then a little. "I know I've been told different before, a bunch of times, but I still have issues with thinking I'm a person. Not every place on Artepus thought clones were people, after all."

The Artificers certainly had not.