That response is something that Jade would have thought up as well. She snorts, stuffing her pipe with a fresh batch of peaceweed before striking it with a flint. She could use magic to light up, but... she's avoided any kinds of flame magic since the first time she accidentally set her hands on fire, had a panic attack, and passed out.

"Hm. That makes two of us. Probably."

'Probably' isn't the most comfortable thought. Earlier that day, she and this apparition had stumbled upon a traveler calling Jade a monster, screaming that she 'has no flesh'.

Of course, said traveler was sick with the Red Madness, face covered in the blood and gore of the human corpses he was devouring. But it didn't change the fact that Jade heard similar things before that made her doubt her own existence.

Jade seems pensive, staring into space until the realization dawns on her in horror as she thinks about the other apparitions she's ever summoned:

"Fuck. What if the others have just been listening to me talk this entire time...?"