[In his rhythmic, calm squeezing, Matoba pauses as Kai's explanation sinks in. He looks up into his little kitty eyes, unafraid as many humans would of staring into an ayakashi's eyes. His own reflect nothing, the opaqueness of a human whose heart has been sealed off of any gaps.]

I see. You are...... a manifestation of those forums and internet postings, are you? Chain letters and message boards and the like are indeed rife with that sort of thing.

[It's thanks to Shinobu that he knows much about that... She had always been more interested in keeping up with what occultists were up to, the fantastical rumors and exaggerations of the Sightless. Collecting and fanaticism both, he supposes, was the prerogative of those that could not Do.]

Modern-day folk pamphlets. Haha, to think that even electronic stories could accomplish it, but then- human hearts have generated them all the same.

[He gently releases Kai's paw, patting the top of it for good measure. So fuzzy.] But that would make you quite the young thing, wouldn't it? Unless, I suppose, you are from very far beyond my era. [His smile tilts up a little.] You don't feel like something that has only just manifested.