You’re new here.

Yes sir, I am.

Took a good look around yet?

No sir, they haven’t allowed me to take a good look around.

And why haven’t —

They love me.

They do?

I believe that’s why I’m here.

Fair enough.

Besides… or…

Yes?

They love me. That’s what they said. But I haven’t been here long enough sir, long enough to dare raise the possibility that they love themselves more. And want me, to prove it. Does… does that make sense?

Well, I’m in no position to say.

Maybe they do though, that would explain why they haven’t allowed me to open my eyes. To really see where they’ve put me. Maybe they don’t care, or never thought about it to begin with.

I imagine you cry enough without having seen anything.

I believe one day, I’ll stop.

You will. We all did. You’ll see that crying changes nothing.

No. I’ll still be here anyway.

Why, you’re getting the hang of things already.