[ Is he really sure that he isn't a machine? Maybe he's just not aware of it. Adra paces on the sand, arms folded behind his back. ]

I can't tell you what to become or how to become it. I can tell you this, though: analysis is not compassion. Logic is not love. You won't truly be of 'use' unless you grow closer to mortality. Not just learning it, but being it. Feeling something, even if it's not rational. Wanting something, even if it's painful. That's what living means for the rest of us down here.