[She nods.]

[Then she bends forward, and it's a light, cold, kiss on her forehead.]

[You hate it.]

[It's not as if you don't understand. You know to Jane, it makes no sense, the things you tell her. She's centuries in the past, of course she wouldn't believe you when you tell her how you grew up.]

[About what you've lost.]

[Because to her, it hasn't happened.]

[But it hurts. It still hurts as she denies such basic facts of your life.]

[How she treats it like it doesn't exist.]

[And it feels like you don't exist]