[ he deliberates on its definitions. how literal or non-literal the words he utters are. but, then, shu eventually decides it doesn't particularly matter in hindsight. it isn't like he instantly believed the words that came out of the mouth of their supposed "saviors"— but, maybe it really didn't matter. not like it's ever mattered. unlike most of his kind. he's long forgone secrecy. rather, there wasn't much to oppose them anyway.

... yeah, that's what he's going to roll with. is he just brushing it under the rug out of convenience? definitely. still, he does admit the stranger brings up a fresh perspective. ] So, that's your life philosophy? Sorry, but I don't care much for what happens.

[ he lives with a practiced sense of apathy, after all. ]

You don't know? [ he makes a sound here, a drag of vowel. something laced with interest. ]

Why don't you try and guess.