"Sounds pretty nasty..." Tony knew all worlds weren't roses and sunshine. His was pretty damn far from it. Wait a second. Had he said, synthetic human? He felt his hackles go up a bit. As much of a Gnawer as he was, he still had a grave distrust of the Weaver. "...synthetic human? You mean like you're a robot or something?"

He paused. "And don't ask about the soul thing. Hell if I know how it works."