People with fevers, on their death beds, injured and dying... they don't all make it to their graves. Some live on afterwards. That could account for a lot of it, I expect.

[He shakes his head.] I'm not blind. People look at me, I am aware. I just never thought it mattered too much. I realize your intention is to be kind, but my face is of no concern to me so praising it gives me no real pleasure. But, I appreciate the kindness anyway.

And romance, In a place like this, situations being what they are... it just seems so trivial. So many things matter more.

[Suddenly, he smiles.]

No, I don't think I know anyone like you.