Soul shifts his gaze back to looking across the street, mirroring Jade in not giving away his thoughts.
"You've been talking to Nata," he replies. The Navigator is the only one who truly knows what he is, and almost without a doubt was the one to tell Jade.
"I'm an NPC, yes." He stretches and stands up, wings folding against his back. He turns to Jade, hands loose by his sides. It almost hurts his neck to look up at the man, the height difference is remarkable, really. But he doesn't care, nor can be bothered to fly and fix that right now.
"What of it?" is his question. But it's not just that, but also a generalised question with a sting attached. What does Jade want to know about him, but the wrong question, even the wrong phrasing will make his mood flip instantly.