Being born implies you had parentage. Something birthed you. Being made means a creator rather than a mother.

[ Said evenly, as he regards the orb of dark energy in Shen Wei's hand. Similar in appearance to his own, but he could tell that its composition was not quite the same. ]

You are a prodigy, then. [ Amongst his race, huh... meaning that Shen Wei still had the benefit of compatriots to compare and learn against. The sublimation of knowledge from the void is much different from that sort of thing. ] Did you spend time with your people?

[ Because that's very much not the case for Ain himself. He closes his eyes and allows his illusion to dissipate somewhat, his appearance changing from human-like to bone-white and his eyes inset to black and green. ]

Perhaps you have heard of angels. Messengers of gods and servants to their will. That is what I once was.