"Hi." you say.
"y͟ǫu survived." he says.
The man seems to be getting taller by the second.
His arms reach down to his knees. You try not to
stare. You don't know what he is referring to.
"What did I survive?" you ask, and then you ask
"what's going on?" too, for good measure. He looks
at you, or you think he does, because you can't
actually see his face. "The war," he says.
"I wasn't born yet when the war started." you say.