“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.”
