The Boy : ..broken machines make me so sad. They can’t do what they’re meant to do. Maybe it’s the same with people. If you lose your purpose, it’s like you’re broken.
The Girl : I wonder what my purpose is. I don’t know..
The Boy : I’d imagine the whole world was one big machine. Machines never come with any extra parts. They always come with the exact amount they need. So I figured, if the entire world was one big machine, I couldn’t be an extra part. I had to be here for some reason. And that means you have to be here for some reason, too.