"Of course." Because- there is no control rod in play, here, not that he could see, not that he can see. Perhaps it works in the words, the control- but Shale had been able to be themselves as honestly as a golem possibly could-

And Zevran will argue until the day he dies that Shale? is alive. Self-determined if nothing else. His eyes cut across to Shiro, eartips dipping for a moment, eyes flickering before they return to Connor- to Altair. Again with the Apple- though having seen what it can do? He is somewhat (not terribly) more willing to entertain this particular thought process.

For a moment.

Perhaps two.

"A magical bit of bullshit particular to his reality which, again, does not make it any more likely to be what it is we are dealing with here. It simply means you are more practiced at dealing with this bullshit. For one- I do not feel any more or less alive for having been forced to see that. In fact this is what my...power, my magic? Whatever it is those that brought me here does- though it is something I have to focus on and it is more of an even exchange- the knowledge shared is something both parties must agree to divulge. Not..." He gestures to the field, to the group. "Whatever this is."