She looks at you with that same pity as usual. “How can you say that? You try so hard to resist, but you can't, have you noticed, darling? You can't. If you could make it go away, you would, but it doesn't. It's got to be programmed that way if you can't change it.” You wince because you know she's right. “You're a fillyfooler. A fillyfooler! And you prove that every single time. And you're just as normal as anyone else, and you're just as lovely had you been normal, and no matter how stupid you're being you'll never be able to say it out loud.”