What is it like to work with Koyote?

First of all, the I that is speaking is the more subtle part of me.  The sound and appearance of these words is comparable to a voice synthesizer.  The body and persona transmitting them, a wheelchair. Or maybe a submarine or a shuttle craft. 

I am an Angel.

It's like that with Koyote too. He only ever speaks to me, not to my transport device.  He only has ever spoken to me. 

I am a Fallen Angel.  I have been grounded for some time.  In fact the crash hit me so hard that I forgot who I was at first.  I actually confused myself with my ship.  This is not as silly as it sounds!  My ship, or parts of her, are alive, intelligent.  But those have been coopted by a game or simulator device inside of which I seem to play out scenarios through my ship.

We seem to have come into the ambit of a wargames training ground.  Characters inside this holodeck continuously address me as a character I've never met before.  But when everyone you seem to meet addresses you by a particular name and punishes when you show confusion or ask questions, well, sometimes you go along to get along.  

Koyote is a crazy one in this world.  He has never addressed me as my character.  He speaks to me as I am.  In doing this, he helps me arise from the ruins of my ship so I may make my repairs and resume my mission.  He helps me remember myself, my mission, what I was doing flying in this area in the first place.

He never tells me anything.  He never reveals the answers to life's puzzles, though occasionally he gives oblique hints if I ask for them and if it is lawful. 

Yet, somehow, his gaze, his presence, his knowing me as I am, is helpful.  It is the only help.