No one tries to argue with him on this, or even ask him for more information. Things usually go like they did with Peggy, the other party barely able to say anything. Morris discussed it all with him once or twice when he was a child, and has avoided the subject ever since. Michael has never met a Holocaust survivor.
And now, here's Lee, his girlfriend and the only person he trusts, telling him he should think twice.
He presses his nose and mouth to her hair, smells her familiar scent and tries to let it calm him down. It doesn't help as much as he wants it to. There's a deep sense of guilt building up in him; he feels like a fraud in about a thousand ways. Nothing about him is real. There's Lee, physically trying to confirm it. The thought echoes in his head, beamed to him from a satellite somewhere. Lee, Morris, himself, the world; he's lied to everyone, he's walking bullshit.
Michael wants to undo it all, to be something true, but the thought has his blood vessels twisting into knots.
“Lee.” Her name sounds like it did on the phone, a frightened step into the dark. “There's something wrong, I think there's something wrong with me, in my head. Really wrong.”