“Who told you that there’s only room for one person inside a story?” Alexis demanded. “That isn’t true. That’s never been true. You don’t have to take things away from others if you want to have them for yourself! You have a heart, don’t you?” Jack blinked, confused. “My anatomy is standard for a human woman of my age and stature.” “Well, so do I. So do my parents. So does your Dr. Bleak. If we can all exist, and have hearts, why can’t two people share the shape of the same story? Why does your sister being beautiful mean that you’re not allowed to be? That doesn’t make any sense.”
