Since I'm busy today and won't be able to get a chapter out (again) I decided I'd type down a possible excerpt I wrote awhile ago. By the way Rachel isn't British or Australian. I've had to tell several people that by now because they read one thing she said and automatically assumed she was from those places.

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Rachel scoffed. "Ya know, everyone's always trying to stand out and be different. It ends up being so petty, man."

"What do you mean?" Argon shifted on the roof of the car, looking away from the sky to see her face. The light from the stars and moon lit up her features. Her eyes wandered across the night, soaking in every sight. "Aren't you different?"

"Sure, I've got my quarks and hobbies, but there are people out there just like me. In fact there are groups and clicks of the exact same people, just in different bodies. Now that's not a bad thing perse, as long as you do have differences, but some people think it's horrible and they don't believe it at all. So what do they do? They try to be different. They try to be random and spontaneous, and say things like 'Oh I'm so weird and no one understands how weird I am, haha!'. But in the end, because so many people are doing that they end up forming a group or click or whatever you want to call it. They're no longer different, they're just people who act like middle schoolers."

Argon thought about this for a second. "... So they basically fold into themselves, almost? Make a paradox?"

"Kinda, yeah." She laughed a little. "But they always keep at it. It's always the same reasons they do it, too. Either it's for attention, to make themselves feel like they really are different and no one understands them, because they hang around those kinds of people, or just because that's just who they are. Again it's not a bad thing, but it gets tiring, and when high schoolers do it, it sort of feels immature. And admittedly, I was one of these people back in sixth to eighth grade. But you know what I realised, cap?"

He cocked an eyebrow in question. Rachel looked at him and smirked.

"It was bloody stupid."

Argon snorted and shook his head, amused. Rachel looked back up at the sky.

"But you know what else I've noticed? People who are actually different--though rare as they may be--don't flaunt it to show off that they're different. They hide it. Like you."

"Me? How am I different?"

"Well there are obvious reasons like how you're only one-thirds human. But then there are things like how you've been isolated with just you and Runora. The only things that've made you who you are is Runora, raw instinct, morals, and gut feeling."

"And you."

She looked down in slight surprise. "Really?"

"Yeah, of course! You've taught me so many things, how could you not have made an influence?"

A smile graced the girl's lips, a blush dusting her cheeks. "That's kinda sweet. You've taught me a lot, too..."

He smiled back.

"Honestly I'm sorta jealous of how blissfully ignorant you are to certain things. It makes me wonder, ya know? If I were in your place, would I be just like you? Or would I act slightly different? And if you were in my place would you act like me?"

The boy nodded quietly. "Well you know something?"

It was her turn to cock an eyebrow.

"Even if you aren't different, and even if someone is just like you somewhere out there in the world, you're still the coolest person I've ever met."