Moments like this unveiled a particularly sadistic dash of humor in the Universe's workings. There was simply no kinder interpretation.
"Alexander. Your name is Alexander." She stirred her soup, suddenly lacking the energy to feign an appetite. "You are not, nor have ever been, human. You are older than you look--usually. My name is Hannah and we are friends. Sometimes. Of a sort."
Abruptly, she pushed the bowl towards him. "Eat. You've lost a lot of weight."
A puberty's worth at least, her humor cynically added.
"What's the last thing you remember? Before the church."