Hehe.

Hm?

We've come to an unusual place, wearing unusual clothes... Yet we're still talking about the same things we always do.

Doesn't it make you wonder what we are, exactly?

Looks like that drink's going to your head, Merry.

Maybe I'm drunk on space-time. It's all fake anyways, so I might turn out to be a nasty drunk.

Only because you think of the fake as fake.

You need to lose yourself in this sort of thing.

Faith is what makes a thing holy, huh?

Carved into a Buddha, even a tree is divine.

No matter how times change, people always wind up coming back to faith...

Once given shape, anything becomes an object of faith.

Once you model an image after something, you can convince yourself that it actually is that thing. Believing itself is always the difficult thing... but it might also be a blessing.

You're starting to sound like a preacher.

People can question it in their conscious minds, but in the end, perception is always shallow.