[Darin pauses and watches Beat. There was an...air of familiarity to the way he was acting. That uncertainty and aimlessness...Darin was familiar with it. It'd taken him a long time before he realized how much he truly loved being a smith. How much he loved creating. Before that...he didn't know what he was meant for. He thought he was just destined to be passed around. Unwanted.]

[The first time he made something— took something seemingly unremarkable and turned into something with a purpose...that's when he fell in love with the craft. From that moment on, transforming and molding things to draw out their potential was what drove him. It made him feel like he had a purpose in a world that didn't want him.]

[Darin goes back to spraying, smiling softly to himself.]

Nothing wrong with that. All the matters in the end is if it makes you happy.

When you find it, you'll just...know.