You understood what I wanted you to understand.

[A kunai has slipped into his hand again and he lets it dangle from one finger.]

You saw what I wanted you to see.

[The sharpness in his eyes is too sharp, his stance casual and coiled all at once.]

Do you think this is what I want to see now? What I want to hear? Are you hoping to comfort me?

You are not part of my reality, and I intend to wake myself from yours.

[With that, he raises the kunai and proceeds to drive it down toward his own thigh.]