“Would you choose to be like me, if you had the choice?”
“I do choose it. You regret what you are only because you think you must keep others away from you. It will not keep me away.”
“Always…” Søren glanced away again, glanced upward and sighed. “I’ve always wanted to believe God made me this way for a reason.”
“Je suis la raison.”
I am the reason.