Yet, there seems little in this universe that capable of creating one such as her. And are not beings such as this created, by their nature? I do not mean to suggest anything of your origins, but I know something of Midgard, and there men can always be found behind the machine. Furthermore, I would submit that this creature has little control over its counterpart or else no defined purpose. The intermittent malfunctions do little but raise chaos— yet if raising chaos were her goal, it could be much more efficiently accomplished.

Nature is quite the mutable thing. You are not as you once were, if you'll permit me a bold truth. Or, to illustrate: I myself was born in a land quite removed from this one, but taken at a young age to be raised by foreign peoples. Always was I made to be an outsider, due to the blood that yet courses through me, but a thousand years of distance made me foreigner to the nation of my birth as well. Thus I am a man without a country, prince of two realms and of none.

But you must forgive me my poetics, for I understand the analogy was not meant to be exact. All I mean to say is that, but for her, this world seems fairly mundane. She clearly possesses the means to travel between the planes. If she be of earth, it may not be of this earth.

[this next bit is said much more lightly. an abrupt change of tone.]

Yet mayhap I am simply being contrary. For such is my nature: given the choice between zero and one, I should pick three.