"I guess it's comforting that every world has it," she said, shrugging. "At least it means we're all...human, as it were. You know. Whatever the generic term for that is."

Or maybe...maybe what she really meant was that it was nice to know there wasn't a perfect world out there she was missing out on, by the misfortune of being born in her own.

But that was hard to put into words and she didn't want to admit it, anyway.