He could feel it, the can of worms opening as he asked for her life story. It was like a philosophy as her mouth opened. A set of sentences created to make one self feel in a certain way. When it came to the value of a soul, he knew well about what she meant. The world gave up upon hope and wanted chaos to occur. When she began to talk about knives... it weirded him a little, but his hobby was swinging long knifes, so he wasn't any better too. "Who cares if its ladylike or not. If you like it, then you like it." He smiled again. "Singing. Hmm, I don't have a talent for singing. Lucky you." He closed his eyes as he laid, slowly falling asleep as he looked into the night.