"Oh cry more, Jesus. The rest of us have to be born into sacks of meat we don't pick out to families we can't escape from into a world that won't value us too, you're not fuckin' special." The lithe thing rolls her eyes and huffs. "Listen, and listen close: existence self-selects for things that would prefer to exist. It's the most obvious shit in the world but nobody thinks about it. So, y'know, if it's such a big fucking deal, the exit door is cheap, easy, and family friendly. But since you're here all worried about shit, sounds like you want to exist. You know, like the rest of us. So do it. Fucking hell."