This boy in the corner of his head doesn’t talk to him in words. He feels. He emotes. He doesn’t understand that he’s only a part of another kid. It’s like how in a dream you know some things, and other things you should know, but you don’t. This kid—he knows where he is, but he doesn’t know he’s not all here. He doesn’t know he’s part of someone else now. He keeps looking for things in Cyrus’s head that just aren’t there. Memories. Connections. He keeps looking for words, but Cyrus’s brain codes words differently.
