Uhhh. Something inbetween that, somewhere. This is what happens when the mun skims over the concept herself and just rolls with the fandom.

After a moment, Egypt moves their hands until they're pressing palm to palm, fingers spread. Your hands are quite small, Damian, but he won't say it out loud. A quiet observation he'll keep to himself.

"Just you... 'n others like me." He doesn't need to tell them anything, but basic concept. Only a small circle of allies know about Egypt specifically.