So, am I a sensitive, after all?
You know, I get it about you being the greatest inventor of all. I could see where that would be you. You are just that brilliant. The only quality I possess which could marginally be construed as brilliant is in the way that I am “sensitive” to brilliance. I recognize it quickly and love to explore it. I confess I loved yours, and even though I knew (remember, I told you I knew, over and over again), I enjoyed your brilliant mind when you showed it which was all the time.
I get the whole thing about going rogue. I admire you for it.
I remember when you made the decision to finally unmask yourself. I know what it took to do that. I loved you for it. I don’t know, I don’t know what life has done to make you thus. I do know some (not all) of what life has done to make me thus. And so I know we share some sufferings.
I would not hurt you.