He was a blank state, only ever what was flowing through him at the time. He didn’t really have much time to think about past and future as he was always so filled up with the present. He was so curious that the greatest good for him was just to experience. Just to live.

A mirror that remembered. He wasn’t so much himself as he was a mirror that remembered. It’s just that he would rather experience someone else, and so he built himself up to attract others; he was handsome because he liked to see beauty, and smart because he liked to hear intelligence.

But when it came time to decide what to show back to them, he was only ever a chameleon, or a mirror that talked like a parrot.