"What could you possibly be afraid of?" A question often asked to the answer of something like 'spiders', 'heights', 'deep waters', and anything else that could pose as a threat to those who tread upon it in some way. And yet, there was something very different that could answer the same question.
"You have all you could ever ask for. Money, fame, safety, family..." The inquisitor never meant any harm in asking such things, especially not in the private light, but... Sometimes the words could be construed that way. Mint never saw that side of these words spoken, though he knew others would. The violinist would give a gentle sigh, setting his head into his hand as a means to support it whilst leaning forward.
"Have you ever thought of what it is like to lose yourself? To look at yourself in the mirror and see nothing that looks remotely like you within it?" Rhetorical questions that wouldn't be given a pause for an answer. "Or, perhaps, you look at the world around you and it is simply some farce? Your mind knows that it must be real, yet it also rings thoughts in your mind that there is something falsified. Some may see things whilst being stuck within their own mind, and others... Well, some are just stuck in the static."
It was... Odd to discuss such things. Sure, this was a private space, but there was still something strange about finally being able to express something that he felt to be a misconception on his part. Even when set in some ways, other ways will never be entirely solved. Not now, at least. "There is some deeply festering fear in me as of late..." Mint would only sigh seeing the look of concern his dear loyal listener would give him. He really needed to give this fellow a raise for dealing with him so often...
"Late nights being kept up by thoughts of 'if you wake up tomorrow, what if you aren't you'? Start spacing out one moment in a stressful situation, and all of a sudden you aren't acting as yourself. A different name shows itself and exists for who knows how long until you return... Without a single memory as to what had just occurred. No one knows if that name will return, if it even had one in the first place, but the prospect of it is... Scary to me. Terrifying, even. What if I am not me? What if I am just some falsified narrative to myself? It seems like imposter syndrome, yet I know there is something else here... Or so I think."
A moment of silence. Spouting so much at once could have been a mistake. He... He sounds like a madman, doesn’t he? Ah, but if he were tell anyone of this, it would likely be the one and only that is listening now. And yet, when the violinist could spark enough to look at the other, there was no disgust or anything of the sort. It was simply... Curiosity, if not just a smidge of worry laced within it.
"Do you have any possible idea on what that 'something else' is...?"
"At the moment? No... But I am certain I will find out in due time... Unless this all comes to pass and it all meant nothing than just an extended personal crisis." Despite the not-so light atmosphere, Mint was able to bring out a dry laugh, gaze dropping towards his own feet. He'd look at his hands, but he knew doing that would make the situation worse for himself. "...I certainly hope there is nothing else there, despite what my mind tells me now."
