[Cole looks at his hand, but otherwise doesn't dissuade the poking. He does, in fact, feel real. Whatever that even means.]

I'm the wrong shape. I don't fit to begin with, so your mind makes a shape that makes sense without me. In your mind, I was never there.

Not right now, though. My shape should be the same, but people look at me and the edges fit and fasten... it feels wrong.