"I wouldn't say that, although some philosophies would agree with you." Lydia replied gently. "It's more..." Quiet again, thinking, then speaking once more. "Humanity, that is, being human? In some ways, what separates us from other animals and beings, is that we question why? We seek more purpose than mere existence and survival. We try to live."

Looking up at Lust, there's a smaller smile on her face now--as some of this was a lot more than Lydia had studied in school. "In that attempt to 'live', to make life meaningful for ourselves, and to figure out what our purpose is..." Then she spoke with confidence. "Some would say that is what being human is."