[ Her teeth click, blinking slowly as she takes that in. The observation in return of her that is more of a check than it ought to be. Slows her breath in and out. ]

Their mind was my mind. Their feelings were my feelings. Their pain was my pain. I suppose yes, I do feel for them, for their struggles. Many feel like you do, that because life has been made rather than just springing up a mystery, it is lesser.

I don't accept that.