[ A look of complete bewilderment overtakes his face. ]

I know you’re people.

[ His tone is so confused as to sound childlike. ]

We’re talking. [ As if speech is the only indicator of personhood. ] You’re obviously a person. I’m not going to let anybody hurt you either. Nobody’s shattering anybody, okay? That’s the whole point.

[ What did he do to get this nonsensical shared delusion/afterlife? ]