[Suddenly the question of being not like her is more than the cryptic murmur of an agitated obsession. He's always assumed her to be human (at least in the biological sense; people like them, at least like him, aren't precisely whole or human,) but here there's no reason that has to be the case.
He pulls back a little, to stare at her questioningly.]
no subject
He pulls back a little, to stare at her questioningly.]