"He was born here," Uri gestured towards the little bedspread made from animal hide.
Hao Xuan frowned, "Salome? He was born in this village?"
Uri turned back and kept staring at the coals on the stove as if the answers were written on them.
"Him and...the other. I am not sure how to explain it, it would not make much sense to a mortal like you. You think too 'straight' to understand it."
But his words only left Hao Xuan more confused.
"I don't understand because you are not explaining it well. Here, I'll make it easier for you. Can you answer any of these questions? Who is Salome? Who is the person in my head? What is their relationship? And why does it have ANYTHING to do with me?"
Uri shook his head in agitation as if he didn't even know how to start. But because of how clearly Hao Xuan had worded his questions it had become much simpler in his eyes.