Honest to God?

These are my secrets, so I'm passing them on to you. You're starting to see it, too- the heroes that you loved weren't always what they claim. They're atoning. They never used to care, but now they have a debt to repay. No one is pure.

The cold ones, the cruel ones- we never wanted to be this way. We wanted to be warm, and loving, and surrounded by friends. We extended our hands in welcome. No one took them. And realizing our plight, we closed our hands into fists and turned away. Have you felt it, too? You hate because you hurt. Maybe someday you'll be like me- detached and puzzled- and miraculously unscathed. It doesn't hurt to be like me. Not one little bit. I don't hate anyone. I don't know anyone.

Havok told me that I don't have to be afraid. Bert taught me how to smile and to scream. "I'm always alright," is what The Doctor said. Now his words are mine as well. Raistlin showed me how to be cruel, and his brother taught me how to forgive. Because of Elphaba, I never forget. For Van I learned how to fly. Howard Roark killed what was left of my pity, and Dominique approved when I learned to be cold. But Vanyel showed that the ice will kill you, and that love, once earned, will always return. These are the things I know. This is what I will remember.