Wangji can recognise a tale for another time when he hears one. He dutifully follows the unsaid change of subject and looks intent as Elidibus talks of aether and what it is to him.
"Then perhaps how you feel aether is different to the energies most can sense? I recognise life has a force of it's own, but I specifically meant places that seemed to have a Will or Intent of their own."

The follow idea about what makes him, him is actually a familiar concept although perhaps not in so many words. He nods, trying to examine each piece of this mental map as it's handed to him.
"I am alive, therefore there is aether." He muses, "We have a similar idea where I come from, in terms of the soul and what makes it. It is always interesting to hear other interpretations of what makes us, no matter how strange they may seem."

"You make aether seem like a force of nature, but greater at the same time. Is aether what makes nature as it is, the fire burning the way it does? Or is it the fire burning that makes the aether?" Wangji is being serious, he would really like to know but he's not sure how much they are talking in a literal or metaphysical sense.

"It does not effect what we do, only that we are?"