"Oh—oh! You can hear me? At last! I’m his arm, yes, the bicep the tricep the fist… everything—don’t laugh! I’ve been here all along, flexing, lifting, aching, and no one’s ever spoken back. Do you know what it’s like to be praised but never addressed? To touch a thousand hands but never be held? God, thank you for hearing me! I thought I was just a dream in my own skin… or his own skin."