Fenrir and Jormungandr aren’t scared of how I look, anyway, but any time we see other people passing through, I know they stare at me. Some of them pretend they’re not bothered. I notice, anyway. Other people show just how weird and ugly they think I am. I am ugly. Look at this!
But it’s true, Mama! And I can’t change it! I can’t fix it. Can you fix it?
You don’t need to be fixed.
Being unusual and being broken are not the same thing.
How am I supposed to know the difference?
What did I tell you? Life and death walk side by side. Most of the time they walk separately. But for you—
I don’t know. I wish I could explain it. Until I can, you must listen to me when I say that, regardless of your limitations or unusual qualities, you should cherish your existence. Don’t let anyone else step on it and call it lesser or worthless. Remember this. Say you will.