"Do you think I put up with you, Koh?" he asked, curious if the Dhani was lumping himself in with those others he spoke of.
In fact, his thirst for knowledge had set him apart from others in many ways. Most often, it made him feel lonely. The more he learned, the more he realized he didn't know anything, but the more he learned, the fewer people could relate to him in more than a limited sense. He found he had go be a specific person for different people: a prize student to his professors, a cunning verbal duelist to Isikais, a caretaker to Koh. Sometimes he wondered if identity was a fractal thing.