He has always had a good relationship with ignorance; knows it so well that the only thing that troubles him is the same thing he knows so well. Everyone else has called him “stupid” so many times that he believes it without doubt, but he doesn’t let that get to him, because everyone else can’t even help him solve his one and only problem.
They say there’s nothing to fear but fear itself, but if he doesn’t know fear, then how can he be human? How can he understand anyone else without a basic level of empathy?
He looks inside the box because he wants to be normal, but despite that, everyone still looks at him as if he was crazy. In the end, all he wants to do is learn something he was born without, and the worst kind of knowledge is knowing that you don’t know while being unable to fill in those aching gaps between the bouts of happiness.