It is a struggle t<> define <>neself. What is a pers<>n but a c<>llecti<>n <>f events and interests? There is n<>thing I c<>uld think t<> say <>f myself that I c<>uld n<>t als<> say ab<>ut alm<>st anyb<>dy else. And the m<>re I think <>f it, the m<>re I l<>se myself in the dark. There is n<>t a pers<>n here, merely a clutter <>f th<>ughts and mem<>ries, haphazardly thr<>wn t<>gether t<> resemble a pers<>n.
⦓ ... Do you think that I am a person, Eve? ⦔
⦓ For the same reasons you're claiming you aren't. I'm also just a "clutter of thoughts and memories, haphazardly thrown together to resemble a person" you know. Less, even, due to how much was taken from me. If you are not a person, then nor am I. ⦔
⦓ I'm simply turning your own logic to you, Eve. For clarity; I fully believe that you and I are as much people as anyone else. We are both people, Eve. ⦔
⦓ Where are you right now? I'll come and sit with you. ⦔
⦓ I will be there. ⦔