"Tex..." he sighs in a tone that seems to suggest she doesn't get it. But she would, wouldn't she? She'd know better than any of the rest of them.

"Who I am matters to me. Okay? All my life, I thought I knew exactly who I was. And then some asshole comes in and tells me everything I thought I knew was a lie. And I didn't believe him. I'm starting to think I was never supposed to, like a...like a firewall, or something? And you know what it's like, don't you. To be told you're not who you thought you were. That everything you are was built and copies and based off of something corrupt and rotted. Something so foreign to you."