Perhaps. [His hand moves outward to the papers in the desire to keep them settled. He does like keeping everything in order. It isn't always easy or possible, but he's found that keeping order externally helps keeping order internally, and vice versa.] There are parts of myself that have been lost or discarded along the way. Or replaced with something more useful. It's been a long time though since that happened.

[He's long since bent and twisted himself into a form that's most useful to him now. Although not a fully complete one. Perhaps no person can be that. There are still elements of himself he'd like to change, to improve. He's created walls and sharp angles to protect what's vulnerable about himself, but that vulnerability still exists.]

I can't imagine even cosmic beings have such an easy time letting things go, either.