"People like us. Normal humans can't see me." It's stated in a matter of fact tone. He tries and hopes and prays that normal humans could see him, whispering in their ears, placing a hand on their shoulders, throwing a telekinetic temper tantrum in the hopes that someone would pay attention. But it never worked.

As Girl mentions next month, however, Cole nods. "I am. You'll need someone to talk to, after all." And of course that would be him. She can't hurt him in the first place.