He doesn’t have it.

But I suppose it’s my fault: I keep forgetting about him. And then, there he is. Talking to her. And I am so taken aback that I don’t even move to cuff him or shoo him away. How can I?–I forgot he might still talk to people with my voice. He’s been so…absent.

But this other me is still in here, it seems. Even if he doesn’t want to spend every waking moment burning and murdering. Instead, he is asking her to come with us without even thinking through whether that is a good idea…stupid creature.

He could have at least had the decency to look away.