“Blimey, you lot are good at tha’. Pretending you’re important. D’you know — every
atom there ever was in the whole of the universe up until the point you were created,
every single one of ‘em, they were working toward this one common goal and somehow,
you lot showed up. You did. And I dunno ‘bout you, Nonnie, but I think that makes
you incredible — your happiness’s plenty important enough to be worryin’ about, don’t
go acting like it’s not. Way I see it, everything that makes you feel bad’s important;
not like you’re wasting my time.
”Now. Look at me, Nonnie, look at me — this’s important, don’t want you missing it.
You are amazing.Dunno what you look like so I can’t promise you you’re particularly
aesthetic, but I’ll tell you what: could have the worst face in the world, and you’d still
be worth loving. The chances of meeting you are… what, one in seven billion? Well,
actually, that’s if we keep it to just the one planet, My point is, meeting you’s like
winning a lottery. Several lotteries. Four hundred and ninety nine, actually, if I’m
clever (and, let’s be honest, I really am). There’s only one of you in the entirety of
existence. Nobody else’s gonna be able to touch people like you do, nobody else
is gonna smile just the same or speak with the same voice.
"You are beautiful.This entire human being, this one person that’s like a blip on
the plane of existence — a mistake, definitely, but prob’ly one of the most remarkable
mistakes I’ve ever seen. Your body’s made out of stardust. Every star that’s ever
burned, every crash of atoms into one another — every single part of that went into
making you. Universe gave up entire galaxies to make your veins, I reckon that
makes you pretty beautiful, don’t you? You don’t have to feel bad about yourself, you’re incredible. And ησтнιηg you could do would change that.”