"I guess it is a little hard to understand. But I know what it's like to think you're making motions that aren't there." He lifted the prosthetic, staring through the palm at her as he held it in front of his face.

Then lowered it with a heavy sigh.

"Guess I keep hoping things will come back to him... But maybe that's all there is for him anymore. What he is now." Grimly. He had realized he still loved Big Boss, and that he also loved his phantom, but they felt so different now. And he couldn't stand the idea of one looking at him through the other's eyes.