[If he finds it disparaging in any way, he certainly doesn't seem offended; he just glances at Amos for a moment - gauging something, in his own way, though he doesn't seem inclined to say what - before glancing back over the pool itself.]

I don't tend to think about just the images I'm being shown at the moment. I let my thoughts wander. I've got a lot of associations with the place and the people that my mind tends to go back to when I see them.

[He gestures a little, vaguely, toward the water. Toward the images hosted there.]

That girl there, Leeza. She was shot by someone. It was an accident, but it left her paralyzed from the waist down. I was able to bestow a miracle on her; it restored her ability to walk.

When I see her, I don't just think about whatever she's doing in the image itself. I think about all of that. How hard she's had it, and how I was able to help her. How it felt to be able to do that much for her, even though she would never directly ask for it. How much it affected her, how happy she was to feel whole again.

That's the difference, I think, between this and a movie. It's not just the images, it's how I feel about her in general.