I'm not human. Not anymore. I haven't been since I died.

[SHRUG.]

And you're not entirely wrong. I'm not here. That's the trick.

[Or, well--]

I'm . . . here and not. I told you that, didn't I? I'm scattered among worlds, among all the possibilities . . . here and not. Alive and dead. I can interact with objects if it suits me, but you stabbing me . . . it's like trying to stab a shadow. It's why I can travel where I want as well-- because part of me is already there.

. . . I can do that, too, if you'd like. I can teleport you both. Not out of this room, not yet, but.