Ah, but to them, you aren't a stranger. They do feel like they're close to you, despite having never met you, because some of them look at images or videos of you every day. Yet, they're a complete stranger to you, as you've never seen them before.

[He never thought he would have to explain this kind of thing to someone. Looking at his own world from an outside perspective is becoming increasingly unnerving. He never realized how desensitized he is to such strange and awful things, how normal it had become to him. And that's not even touching on his profession yet.]

You and I both. [He sighs and leans against the wall, suddenly missing the familiarity of the island he was on, but not wanting to go back if he's going to be observed the whole time. He drags his hand down his face. And to think, he was actually sort of happy there, even though he already had a feeling it was fake. It was nice to live in ignorance, but now, the illusion is shattered. Nothing could ever be that simple, he should have known better.]

So what should we do?