Living as a human has turned out to be so much better than he ever thought it could be. At first, he wasn’t really sure what to define humanity as. Humans are so complex, so hard to understand—and for a while, the thought of living as one completely overwhelmed and exhausted him. He couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to abide by so many rules—which he now knows are called laws—he couldn’t understand the world.

He wasn’t a curse, and he wasn’t a human—so what’s the meaning of his life? What was his purpose? Well, it took him a while, but as he bounces his infant son in his lap, you, his wife, beside him, laughing so beautifully along with the baby, he realises he’s finally figured it out. This is his purpose. His family is the meaning of his life. Why would he need to understand the rest of the world, when the only part of it he cares about is right here in his arms?

“He’s so big already,” He says quietly, lifting the baby up to be face-level with him. He’s so gentle with the little boy, a gentleness only you’ve ever seen from him before. He smiles as the baby reaches his chubby little hands out to grab at Choso’s hair. “I wonder what type of man he’ll grow up to be.”