I don't understand it. I don't know if I understand anything anymore. If that was Hell, that means- I don't like what that means. And if it wasn't, I don't know what that means, and I think that might be worse.

I've seen every little thing I know about the world challenged, here. Your father creating lightning and storing it and moving it around. Making water flow upward. Every last thing that she does. Miracle cures and fires that start themselves and-

[ The last is quiet. A confession. ]

-it makes me scared, sometimes. The bad sort of scared.