The warning is a little lost on him, and he tilts his head as the back of his mind continues to think about it while the woman continues to speak. She’s rather monotonous, he notes–perhaps this is a question she has had to answer numerous times, after all visible masks are always the ones most recognisable.
Faize grows curious at the cryptic answer he receives, but realises from it that it’s unlikely he will gain a solid, definitive, answer on the woman’s reasoning. But, he supposes that is all right–it was a sudden and ill-propositioned question in a momentary lapse of thought on his part. She makes a valid point, much like one of the reasons are her own–one of those applied to him, too. No, did apply to him–once upon a time. The Apostle of Creation… an identity he’d accepted as his own through the use of a form that looked nothing like himself.
“Interesting…” he parrots the word to himself, “…I suppose in some circumstances they can be.” he admits, “though I believe that’s firmly tied to the reason they’re used.” Faize wouldn’t call his own mask back then interesting; no, it was disgusting, a vile attempt to erase himself to eliminate burdens–a sign he had allowed another entity to take over himself… of his own free will. But he thinks more on what she says; Halloween, he does vaguely recall a mention of it–a… human custom? Holiday? He had yet to hear of another civilization in the universe that held Halloween-themed festivities–at least, with the same name.
Reading books always had its fair shares of reasons, however nothing brings the experience best other than experiencing it. The lady often examines the stranger, not overlooking any small movements. Unlike her partner, she has no idea if this being was either a friend or foe, and well, while a situation like this happens every-so-often, it’s just the atmosphere it brings upon an answer. Uncertainty. Dismay. Though that’s what it always feels for her.
Taking the other’s comment to mind, “Interesting, yes.” The girl stated. “While you might think it might be in certain situations that it is firmly tied into the reasons. My reason for wearing a mask, I think it’s silly, others might say it’s interesting. It’s not anything to the one wearing the mask, but maybe it just spurs a spark for said feelings to others, curiosity, interest, fear, albeit rare, but even envy, wrath, and many more in the cycle of emotions. Wouldn’t you say, that if you weren’t wearing a mask and some other was, wouldn’t you be at least tiny bit interested?” The current event of the other even admitting it was idle curiosity was the very reason she brought this up.
It’s completely hilarious that she couldn’t heed her own warning, that she had already fell from the highest part. Now to have donned the mask and seek a way back... an accident caused everything.
