[Again, the boy says nothing for a while, wondering exactly what he's looking at. Who he's looking at. Why would a man think that way of his own kind?]
... What are you?
[The questions don't make him forget the horror taking place at the same time - that much is obvious in his tone. But there's nothing he can do from here, and he wants to know.]
no subject
... What are you?
[The questions don't make him forget the horror taking place at the same time - that much is obvious in his tone. But there's nothing he can do from here, and he wants to know.]