“Well, that’s good, isn’t it?” I ask. “If you can separate the two, then you can figure out what’s true.”
“Yes. And if I could grow wings, I could fly. Only people can’t grow wings,” he says. “Real or not real?”
“Real,” I say. “But people don’t need wings to survive.”
“Mockingjays do.” He finishes the soup and returns the can to me.