"You got created?" Isabel's eyes went wide at that. Not that she was afraid or revolted, more like--startled. It wasn't as if her grandfather hadn't created any number of creatures in his time, after all. Some of them were even as intelligent as Dust clearly was.

"I suppose the question was 'did you see any other career path', maybe." She couldn't help but smile and shrug at that. "Nobody pushed you into it, right? Or did you have the 'oh chosen one, this is your destiny' sort of thing? I'm not mocking you, mind. Just I'm kind of familiar with how it goes."

Thanks, Dad.