She laughed at his stab at English cuisine. He wasn’t wrong; English food didn’t quite have the same flavor as the food of Asia, definitely not its diversity. Often times the food in this part of the world beat out some of the best elven meals in Seungwan’s opinion. “It’s not necessarily that the ones I hear outside of the elven realm aren’t true, indeed most of them are true or have hints of the truth in them. That’s what I enjoy–that these stories seem so bizarre and otherworldly and yet they are by all means true. Humans are funny though because they always think that someone is lying when it comes to anything magical or anything outside of human logic. To a majority of them I don’t exist, but I am very, very real. But some human stories are also fun to listen to because I do wonder if they actually happened or someone just pulled these characters out of their brains.”
Everything, to Rival, seemed to close down around him in a silence as she spoke. He had been human—or Rivaldino had been—and it was so odd and just barely off of funny that despite what she said of them and how true it tended to be, his existence was entirely contingent upon the magic they denied. In contrast, to all of them, he no longer existed, and he was very, very much not real at all. It felt strange to acknowledge that. And yet... And yet he was the one created by them. So it was very odd, because he was the character pulled out of their brains. His smile was wan and faded quickly. “Probably a little of both,” he said, quiet. “And all they need is proof, really,” he continued, voice a little stronger, but not by much. “But then again, they have a remarkable ability to fool themselves into conforming to the majority view. If it doesn’t fit, it doesn’t stay.” He’d never thought to recall if magical things had ever happened to him. Beyond Nhecim, he couldn’t recall, but he supposed that was either a testament to his claim or a supposition that very little that was magical had ever happened to him. “It’s incredible, pun intended, I suppose, what they can ignore.” As well as what they could create. He rubbed his gloved fingers in the edges of his pockets.