It was frustrating to see ones self as if through a mirror and watch how the reflection seemed somehow wrong. He could see how it should be, and how he wanted to be, but strive as he might he felt like he was reaching for something just out of grasp. Held only inches away, but his fingers could do little more than brush it.

"I don't know," he said to her in a quiet whisper.

"I want-- I need---" but what did he need? He couldn't say. It didn't make him feel strong, any of this. And he wanted to feel strong. He wanted to feel like himself.

He repeated again.

"I don't know."