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Albert knows glue has existed for centuries, made first by plants and animal bone: the two categories of the inhabitants that kept Earth alive, that make Earth what it is and hold it together. The plants produce the oxygen, get rid of the excess carbon dioxide and provide food for other lifeforms; the animals feed on them and help them, whether by spreading their seed as a bee or as the human farmer, breathing out the carbon dioxide the plants consume so much of. As the centuries spun by glue became more advanced, with ingredients such as silicones, urethanes and methacrylates, but the most simple glue of all isn’t even sticky at all!
It’s made of trust, mutual understanding and care and It bonds five people together with ease, himself, Scarlett, Ettie, Joe and Sal all fitted together perfectly, glued together like the pieces of a broken vase. Once put together, the congruity of the image remains utterly unchallenged, the visual epitome of harmony. No honest person upon looking at them could say, and most certainly not with a straight face, that they hadn’t one of the most amicable displays of friendship for people who’d walked on such an incredibly rough path of life. There’s no truer way to depict this than to be able to view it for yourself, to watch them as they communicate with the comforting and relaxing air of trust. The bonds of the glue that fixes them together are strong, there is no need for one to have their guard up or to cautiously watch in case It were to shatter or fall apart. He loves that more than anything.
Five is an odd number, and people viewed the human vase in the same way. They were strange and abnormal, outlaws that shy away from ‘normal’ society. Yet at the same time he wonders, what is society though really, but the plural for human beings? It is merely just a group of people that function together as much as any other animal that lives in packs, so why must humans believe that they are so highly esteemed? Do all animals, in their own way of course, think like this? It didn’t matter to Albert really, people could judge, glare and spit on the ground they walked on if they so desired, as he knew that they’d always have more than an even vase of four anyways. In addition to this, there really was no way for one to weaken the lifelong bond formed between them. Every broken piece of them had been fixed by the intangible glue that filled in every crack and strengthened them from every crevice within their wounds, and very soon he believed, the glue would eventually manage to dry.
“Daydreaming again?” Scarlett McCain waved to him, pulling him away from his thoughts.
“No, just thinking really…” He responded, trailing off slightly at the end.
“About Stonemoor?” She asked, they were to set off on a journey there soon after all.
“Oh, no. I wasn’t actually.” Albert replied vaguely,
“So what was it?” She repeated the question,
“Us, you and me and Ettie, Joe and Sal.” He smiled softly.