I would wager that none ...or nearly none of us here are normal. At least, not among those of us who have been brought here forcibly.

It's a lot like blackmail. It's something like the razor's edge. And it's an unbearable weight on your shoulders, truthfully. Had he no reason to restrain himself I doubt any of us would like the result, were we left alive [or brought back] to see it.

[Oh, thinking aloud. Thinking aloud.]

Then again, perhaps it could be borne because you are not normal. You are like one of the heroes, or heroines from the stories?

[Silence. There aren't even any brackets for this. Just.]

No, it's not terrible.

And even if it were, maybe I'm wrong, maybe it is a little terrible - it doesn't make you terrible.

[...]

I still cared for you. Greatly. [Oh, pause. And her voice becomes very quiet. Measured. But mostly quiet.]

After you awakened. I couldn't loose myself of it. It was tied up in fear and regret and self-flagellation, but beneath it all was love.