"I doubt there's much difference between our world and any other really, at least not at the core," At least, like this, he was able to keep up the facade that this wasn't affecting him. Not looking at the older monk made it easy to talk, easier to process. Instead, his eyes glazed over as he stared at no absolute thing in particular.

He was angrier at himself. Angry that something like this could affect him as it had been. It was easier to pretend it was in his head- to think he was going crazy. Or hell, perhaps this was some trial put on for him by some sick bastard out there that just wanted to fuck with him.

That was far easier than considering any other alternative.

"No place is utopia, much as no place is true hell. The worlds we live in are what we make of it."

It was as easy as that.