But— [ he trails off then, glancing back at the panels of glass; and everything still looks so realistic, despite how he can only catch glimpses of the scene, faint afterimages of the faces that he loved.

pressing his lips together, he shakes his head, stubbornly protesting against her words, and against the truth. ]

They're hurting much more than I am.

If something happens to me, I can just be fixed. Even this... [ he holds up his hands, palms upturned. ] It can be fixed, too.

But humans are so fragile — if something happens to them, they die. And they're going to die again, if I don't do something —