Savie felt her mouth drop open, she'd never met someone so blatantly narcissistic in her life. She felt her hands tighten into fists at her side as she watched him pick up the phone. He spoke quietly to whoever answered on the other end for a moment and then hung up, his eyes on her again.
"So you're saying that I don't exist?" Savie frowned at him.
"Your kind doesn't exist."
"That's absurd. I'm standing here. Surely I can't be the only one. I had a father, He must've passed this on to me." Savie waved a hand towards yourself.
"Moth-winged nonhumans do not exist, They never did. Not even in West Virginia."
"So you heard of mothman?" Savie asked, she's been to see the statue herself, once, with her mother.
"Yes, and it's complete idiocy. There is no such thing as a nonhuman with moth
