...I should be the one saying that to you, you know. I know I can't understand what you've been through, and I won't pretend I ever can.

[ While still wearing a sad smile, his grip on the pen isn't so tight. He's right—he wants to scream at the unfairness of it all, but is terrified of losing himself in the process. He's already lost his body, he wants to hold onto that at least. ]

But...I can listen like you did for me just now.