“I don’t know what you look like.”

“What do you mean you don’t know what I look like? I’m right here!” She laughed at him. He had to be kidding, right?

He shook his head, his expression wary. “No, I know, and I see that. Obviously, I know you’re here. I see you, but I can’t- see you.” He held his head in his hands and groaned. “This is hard to explain. Look, I know where you are, I also clearly know you’re female and my age-ish, but besides that? I don’t know, I mean, there’s mirrors everywhere. Look.” He waved his hand, still holding his head with the other.

She rolled her eyes but complied, looking into the nearest mirror, warping as it was. Her stomach dropped. She knew she was looking at her reflection but could not tell what she looked like. Not height, not age, not hair color, eye color. Nothing.

She felt a chill run up her spine. It really hit her for the first time; she didn’t know who she was. Was she just a figment of the imagination? Was she even real? Did she exist outside of the dreamscapes?

“That’s disconcerting.” She commented, her voice strangely calm.

She pushed away the unpleasant thoughts. What was the point of them anyways? What would wallowing in her lack of knowledge do, except take away from pleasure that can be had? What was now was now, everything else was superfluous.

She turned back to him, a smile on her face. “That’s really weird. Anyways, shall we continue?”

He looked at her like she was insane. “Are you kidding me? You don’t have a reflection, and your only comment is ‘let’s move forwards’? are you joking?”

She rolled her eyes. “I have a reflection, silly, we just can’t differentiate any features. Besides, what difference does it make?”

“What difference does it make?” He shouted, eyes wide. “You have no idea who you are, and all you have to say is ‘what difference does it make?’”

She glared at him. “I’m me! What difference would putting a face to that make?”

He laughed a dry, humorless laugh. “You’re you? Who are you? What’s your name? Where are you from? How old are you? What’s your favorite color? Do you have a family? Do you know anything?”

She opened her mouth to yell back at him, only to shut it. She repeated the motion several times, imitating a fish. “I don’t- I don’t know.” She shook her head. “But none of that matters! Geez, what difference does it make if I have parents or not? As for favorite color- red! There, does that make me more of a person? I am who I am because I am, not because of stupid trivia.” The last sentence was hissed in his direction.

He shook his head slowly, sadly. “We are our story. Where we come from, where we’re going, how we see ourselves, that’s who we are.” His voice had dropped, it was low and sad now. For some reason, this upset her even more.

“How we see ourselves” She taunted. “Then who are you, huh?”