"Your recent remarks resemble that kind of idealism."
The Bluebird said slowly.
"All those ideologies are just 'labels'."
Lorenzo interrupted Bluebird directly. He looked at the man in front of him and continued speaking.
"Diligent, silent, devout believer... Actually, these things are just what we use to present the first impression to others. Some people use them to earn trust, others to deceive."
Lorenzo restrained his smile; his eyes kept darting nervously, and his hands constantly shifted positions, appearing uneasy.
In a brief switch, Lorenzo appeared like a timid coward, but it lasted only for an instant; he quickly reverted to his previous demeanor, appearing indifferent.
"But this is still a prototype."
His thoughts shifted rapidly, pulling the topic back here.
This feeling is quite strange. In his chaotic thoughts, Lorenzo felt as if he touched something, possibly the truth of this bizarre world.
