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I've fixed so many people before. I've nursed them back to health and stitched their wounds. I've been the barer of bad news and the one who ruins lives with my words. Yet, I've never faced such an interesting case as his. For he wasn't broken, not as such. Nor would he admit it. He functions just like any other person would; he walks and talks and eats and sleeps. Though those last two are occasional features of his personality. And that's what makes him so amazing. But he is broken in his own special ways. His mind is the most fascinating part, the way it sees everything yet nothing at all. He can tell you your entire history from the way you butter your bread and how your parents treated you from the way you stand. But he can't tell you who invented the telephone or what the Earth orbits.
But, does that make him broken? Does that make him worth fixing? Does he even need it? Perhaps I like him like this. I wouldn't change him for the world. Even if the world offered me the most perfect human being in existence, I wouldn't swap anyone for his brilliant mind and his beautiful words.
He's different and perhaps a little broken, but he's not at all worth fixing.