You're right. [it's a gentle admission, laid out in a breath.] It's why...I think the way I do, even now. Words which shaped my mind, from the hundreds of years of hiding...impatience, frustration...walking the edge between hope and despair. What makes us different...is what defined everything there.

[his gaze, which had drifted back to the whales, returns back to Peter.]

It takes a lot of work. When...a mind has spent so long looking one way... It takes a lot of work to look another. Like...molding stone, instead of clay.