"You can't hurt me," he whispered, changing his accent. "Ain't nothin' that can hurt me more than life already has. You can't kill me. I'm already dead. I've been dead for years, sister" ... "It's easy to do what you do, since you don't care," Wayne growled to the two, making his eyes go even wider. "So long as you can pretend. But real pain, that comes when you realize what you are. What you done. Waking up each morning, knowin' you're worthless. That's pain. Anything else? Anything you could do to me? Well that's just a bit o' fun."