"- The freedom, Mary, is not about running away or fighting to the very end. It is about choosing between the two. It is about opening your eyes and seeing the other options. And most importantly, it is about knowing how you choose. If you can't even tell that, how can you be sure that choice was truly yours? That you were not too lazy to judge by yourself or too receptive to your mother's opinion?
- Wen, can I ask you a question? How did you end up in that form? Was it really your choice?
- Not mine. Peter's. But I had made some foolish choices before, and this was the only way to keep me around. But I don't regret it. At the end of day, I was choosing between happy and interesting life.
- But you are immortal...
- It's not like I have a plan what to do with it. Even those who do, rarely follow it longer than a decade. Most simply can't handle that the world around them is changing.
- And what about you? How do you know you can handle that?
- I probably can't. But I don't need to, either. I created my own world and sometimes let other to step in. However I don't go outside much. I know that's strange, but that's my freedom, Mary. Now, you have to find yours."