Devero never would have conceptualized it to himself that way, but once Koumyou says it, he can feel the rightness of the statement.

"I think it must have been." He cranes to peer around Koumyou, as if to catch a glimpse of the rolled up sutra he's got in his pocket. "It's a part of you as much as Babysitter or my Interface are part of me-- probably even more so. Your hardware-self and software-self, all rolled up into one magical scroll."