It's not my face. You aren't me. You're someone else.

[There. He said it. It's...not the best catharsis. But it is catharsis.]

I know that sounds bad. But if you really think about it...it means you are your own individual self as well. You made yourself a life here. And um.

[Here, he sort of stalls out. he isn't sure what the safest route to this train of thought really is. But he feels the need to press on regardless.]

...Well, I mean. You sounded like you enjoyed the other place. But did you really feel like it was worth sacrificing your individuality?