[ Perhaps if he was an immortal celestial being (?) he too would sound condescending, certainly. Harold is hard-pressed to imagine what that would be like. ]

Zeus should have kept a lot of things to himself, [ Harold retorts automatically. He can engage in trivial banter about highly educated subjects almost without effort; it just slips out. Meanwhile, he's struggling to come up with what to even say regarding his conversational companion being... an angel?

There's a pause. Assuming he takes that as given (which is quickly becoming his primary coping mechanism in Etraya), then-- ]

You must have a unique perspective on humanity, then. And not necessarily a positive one? [ he guesses, based on tone and delivery thus far. He really just can't help himself; Harold has put considerable thought into how non-human sentient entities see humanity, largely in order to make sure the Machine kept the perspective it needed to in caring about them. ]