"Yeah, well, when you're reduced to nothing more than a turn of phrase you-" He stopped short, turning to look at the human girl who was talking to him. She could hear him. She could see him. "Wait. You heard that? You can hear me? You can see me?" He'd all ready come to that conclusion he just needed to hear her say it. No one could see him. No one could hear him. Humans just tended to walk through him, reminding him that he was noting more than an echo of whatever it was he was meant to be.