'did the news of your father 's death suddenly awaken a sense of mortality in you ? ' and then the words started flowing . `` you 're right , it does n't if he does or not . minds are like swords , i do fear . let 's say you even managed to kill her . all those tears had left the white around my gray irises streaked with red and -- i leaned forward a little to make sure -- my upper eyelids a bizarre orange . 