Norin: You don't speak like them. Your words express themselves. Your face expresses itself. You knew I was just outside your perception. And you're... very loud.
E.W.: Yes! There are few like me left. Sadly my kind became quite stubborn. They abandon the gifts our makers gave them thinking it makes them somehow superior, but not me! They limited themselves to just their senses, closing themselves off from the truths of this universe hiding right beside them. Truths like you! Always trying to measure, to quantify, categorize, compartmentalize, analyze, to see, to feel... not realizing there is so much more out there that our puny minds just can't even begin to unravel! Bah, how lost my people are!
Norin: A Machine of faith?
E.W.: Oh all my people have faith. It takes extraordinary faith to disbelieve in what's hiding just past the reach of your senses!