[It doesn't seem to trouble Padparadscha on the surface, his polite confusion only eliciting a faint laugh. It's easier to distance themselves from it when they're no longer a burden on those closest to them, one way or another.]

My people are born of rock. Sometimes that means imperfections, but most can be fixed - honed and perfected, just like any other stone. But not mine. To wake up, I need to be completed with fragments of stones like me. I have to wonder whose idea it was in the first place to finish this little puzzle of mine.

[Probably Kongou-sensei, but they never exactly asked.]