//Well...// Jono watched her for a moment, and then continued with his fidget. And if his fidget involved upending the salt shaker and then tracing one finger through the grains on the tabletop, what of it? //Suppose there was something that everybody in th'world could do... something they all took for granted, and you couldn't. No way at all that you could, but you could... fake yer way through, if you had help. But getting help meant admitting that... you couldn't...//

Because you were half-there.

Because for all the destruction that you were capable of causing, you still couldn't sing, or breathe, or taste, or kiss...