You're not wrong about that. In believing that I do.

[All said without a second thought after hearing him say so. There will be no hurt in her expression. His words, to be honest, were comforting even if he said the last part.]

I will admit that you're half right. Over not knowing anything. I can't fully understand your struggles in being different. A replica, a copy of someone. But there is one thing we can both agree on as a common ground: we aren't as different as you may believe.

[Taking a seat on the floor they were standing on, Nike will use her foot to tap on the ground in front of her.]

So, why don't we finally have an honest and goodness chat about it? What about you do you believe I don't understand?