"Because..." Rock doesn't have an answer. Clearly just a child wounded by words. He sits there thinking. "Why did the barrier work then. What do I lack that that everyone else had?"

"I don't even have a will. Father said so, and father wouldn't lie. He said he was working on an X factor to make us more independent and human." He rubs his eyes. "Maybe its hard imagining to have a soul right now. When I couldn't help save them either."

"Am I who I am because I lack a will, does a will guarantee a soul's existence? So if I have a soul later in life, will I no longer be myself?"