(What if someone can't?

He doesn't know. He's only ever seen this sort of damage after taking direct damage to his sword. The only way it had ever been repaired was by repairing the sword itself. He can't sense it here and when he closes his eyes and tries...

... There's just a hole that shouldn't be there. An uncomfortable nothingness that somehow manages to fill him with unease. And still, despite it all, he covers it up. If he covers it up, no one will realize the hole is empty. No one will even realize there's a hole.)

I wonder...

(He can only wonder but he won't get his hopes up. If he expects nothing, the result will be a surprise. If he can receive a surprise, he'll be surprised. And if he's surprised... then he won't be bored. And isn't the opposite of a boring life a fulfilling one? It's best this way. )

In the garden, there's a tea arrangement. (A tea party,) When I saw it... I became overcome with a need to drink.

After I drank, I began to break. (and slowly, he reaches to touch his cheek, where just the smallest chip seems to be missing.) But I couldn't feel it happen.

I still only feel this body.