If I could, I would say the following to you with no repercussions. You bore me with your torture. I would love to cut down into your chest in a cross to reveal your heart pounding away under your ribs, just as proof that you have one. I’d peel back the skin and nail it to the ground, holding your body open as I watch the delicate little organ flutter before reaching in and grasping the thing in my hand. I would proceed to squeeze it until in gave in on itself, crushing it in my grip.

Proof I have a heart? Of course I have a heart. Every living creature does.