“Morbid?” Christopher questioned. There was no hint of any sort of doubts or teasing or anything else in his tone. Christopher was very serious at what he meant. He never thought it would be taken into another direction.
“… I know! It’s the fact that we are both different beings. I could never ever understand a way a human would think that would be consider morbid, when to me it seems as truthful as this city we live it!” He spread his arms out wide, twirling on his heels to enjoy the view again of the city.
“But what can someone like me hope to understand. It is not your fault, nor is it mine. It must be the humanity of the world we are born or creative to live in should we blame! Oh! I’m sure the Poet would make an excellent idea about what I had just said!” He was going to go off topic once again with random thoughts coming to mind.
“Ah, so you’re a realist! I get it now!
An optimistic realist. How ironic~”
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