Esty thinks she is different. Esty believes that there is no one like Esty. Esty only wants love, but she tells herself she does not need love. (There is a difference after all.) Esty wants to know the world, but really Esty only wants to know herself. Then there is Maximus. Not loud, not quiet, not interesting, not special, not spectacular. Just Maximus. We all have a little bit of Esty in our self.