35) To you, what is the meaning of life?
Seth blinked. He didn’t really have a meaning if he was honest. He was born, he was abused, he was killed and now he was the one abusing and killing others. It had practically been a scale and a grain of sand was all that was needed to tip the balance.
"Death," he scoffed at the morbidity of that word, "life is meaningless," he finished bleakly.
89) What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?
One question immediately pushed itself into Seth’s mind. It stuck out so radiantly like it was lit on fire right behind Seth’s eyes.
“How did you die?” he replied. That was probably the only question he feared so much. It made him sound weak, didn’t it? The fact that he was killed? The fact that he had died because of his own clumsy mistake?
99) If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?
Seth pushed his fingers through his hair as he tried to think.
"I would say…" he bit down on his lip before continuing, "stop fucking beating your kids," he squinted one eye as he tried to think of something more eloquent to say. “I would also say to be careful, nobody is ever as they seem and if you get to know them but they still seem the same as they did when you first met them then they are definitely either lying to you or not telling you something,”
He nodded at himself, that’s all he could think of really.