Ishiah shakes his head, the only certain answer that he can give out of all the queries that this man has made. "I have never wondered who it is that I'm meant to be. I was not born; I was made. And when one is made, every last detail planned as well as possible, the matter of who we're meant to be becomes infinitely clear. We are made for a purpose," Ishiah considers, brow furrowing.

"The greater question is who I want to be, something that I am still in the process of discovering, and I have little problem taking that road at my own pace. Perhaps that's what you should ask yourself, rather than assuming that you ought force yourself into whoever fate had intended you to be."