"Aren't supposed to exist...? Well..." He paused, but this time, there was hurt in his eyes. Those words stung deep in a wound that was only just beginning to heal. He turned to face forward, collecting his thoughts. Finally swallowing the lump in his throat, he spoke up...

"There are some people that some say weren't meant to exist, but... but I don't think that any life can be made if there isn't a purpose for it. Even if the world is against you, you never know what lives would be changed without you in them... because you're a gem in there lives."

He sounded a bit nostalgic there, speaking from experience. He hoped he hadn't confused the boy more. He never was much of a teacher or mentor...