The Heart of Stone

You don`t realize how human you are. All of us. Alabast, Ellia, me, Huff, even you, with a mind made of stone. We all walk around pretending we`re not broken in some way. Most spend their lives hiding it. But we are broken. And you know what? That`s fine. In fact, it`s perfect because it`s imperfect. Each crack, each blemish, each scar, whether of the skin or in the mind, they make us whole. We`re made through living, not by being born. What we learn is what shapes us. Some choose a friendly shape, others something more jagged and sharp. That is what it means to be human, Task. We can choose.