[He should be trying to escape, hitting her, pushing her away, anything, fluctuating between yearning and anger, but he's frozen in place. She's too close, much too close.]

...What would be 'sad' about a world where everyone is the same? Discrimination wouldn't exist. There would be no hatred. What's wrong with that? [They've already had a conversation along these lines. Not face to face, but he remembers, and he already knows her thoughts. But no matter how many warm words she gives him, he just can't wrap his mind around her.]