[ He is very close, now. If he wanted to, he could reach out for her beyond the bars. She is watching his every movement with unblinking attention but does not retreat despite the risk of their proximity. Instead, it seems she is focused wholly on their conversation. ]

'Warmth.' 'Happiness.' [ These words are repeated in the same empty monotone as everything else. ]

I can't feel 'warm.' I cannot feel 'happy.' I don't understand, but you are different. You can be 'warm' and 'happy' and 'sad.' When people are sad, they cry. I don't like to see people cry.

Will you cry when Master kills them?