There’s a brief sigh to his words, eyelids fluttering shut the moment he stops speaking. In a sense, he’s right and she knows it very well. But, viewing it from a different angle, beliefs and religions could somehow turn into a slight spark of hope that’s enough to enlighten someone’s willpower to conquer just anything. Sick people start to fight for their recovery, the poor find their way back to the right and safe track. Believing in something, /faith/, could sometimes move mountains. It’s not entirely a bad thing, actually.
"You seem rather … disgruntled, almost exasperated about it, Mister DeWitt. As if speaking from experience."
Cradled in false hope and riddled perspectives -- just typical. But perhaps it's the girls' optimism that will bring them both the hell out of here soon enough. And especially alive. That's what he's hoping now. Perhaps it is made of the same, idle way of thinking she possessed. And roaming the unknown of this godforsaken place was a daring enterprise, no question. But there weren't many other options left, no other strands to climb onto. Luck just had to be on both their sides.
With his eyes averted now, he's merely offering a shrug, tongue held at bay. He's not here to give her any introductions, nor deliver personal informations. It's of no importance to her, simple as that.
❝ Maybe I do. But that's b'side the point now. All I'm sayin' is . . . you shouldn't depend on beliefs and miracles all too much. You'd only be disappointed, kid. ❞
