I'm glad that you were able to find pieces within the work that you didn't dislike, then.

[A little nod! He follows along after her without bothering to look both ways himself. Is it because he doesn't know what a car is? Because he has no fear of being smashed into pulp by a rogue horse?? A mystery.

The question has him quieting for a moment, though - it's a considering silence, rather than anything discomforted.]

...I suppose that I have never been anything else. [In a way, it's true.] So I do not "like" or "dislike" it any more than a human likes or dislikes being human.