I squeeze my eyes shut and chant, “Wake up. Wake up. Wake up.” “You’re not dreaming.” “This has to be a dream. There’s no universe in which this can possibly be real.” He exhales in impatience. “Don’t be dramatic. Bodies are just meat.” I open my eyes and glare at him in outrage. “Excuse me for not being deadened to all sense of humanity, Mr. International Assassin, but my body is not meat to me.”
