marrow.

“You are human. But my bones don’t break.”

“I don’t know why you always talk to me about these things. I can’t feel the way you do.”

“Then how do you see without eyes? Hear without ears? Smell without—”

“I don’t smell.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know. I just can’t.”

“How do you know you can’t?”

…

“After all that, why can’t you feel without skin?”

“I can feel. I never said I couldn’t feel.”

“This just keeps getting harder to understand.”

“I just feel differently.”