Bobby is single-handedly showing us the truth. His ordeal has become all of our ordeals, and his coping skills have become like a sharp tool we can all learn to wield.
My own experience at the hands of jigsaw left me mutilated and shaken to my very soul. I lay dying in a room for 12 hours while jigsaw himself lay just feet from me. The architect of so much suffering and transformation, close enough to choke. But yet we did not have a chance to speak. One interacts with Jigsaw through action and blood.
As a doctor I learned to explain devastating facts in a manner that would sound dry, matter or fact, even insipid. No one wants to be told they are dying. But communication was never my job. My job was to cut, to extract, to sew, to prescribe. Never to nurture, or even to heal.
But Jigsaw made it very clear what it feels like to be on the other end. To be told how it is. To be given an impossible choice. To be literally handed a saw and asked to hack off your own foot.
Which I did. To survive.
The story of his ordeal is so vivid, so real. I feel as if I'm right there in the room with him. It's even more real than my own, genuine experience with Jigsaw.