"No man is happy who does not think himself so."
-Marcus Aurelius
The world, Jalil said, is a vast and awful place. Be it EverWorld, obviously awful and full of mysterious evil, or their home- what was their home, whatever it is to them now- with it's pollution and politicians, the world was a vast and awful place.
Jalil, Christopher said, was thinking too much about boring metaphysical shit that didn't need to be thought about in the first place.
Christopher said to make the most of it, in a strange and optimistic moment of sobriety.
Jalil said there wasn't enough to make a Puritan happy.
Christopher said Puritans weren't happy, burning people left and right for ill-presumed witchcraft. Sadly, they didn't see Senna.
Jalil said that was the point.
Christopher asked exactly how Jalil expected to be happy if he wouldn't accept things for the way they were.
Jalil asked Christopher if he was happy himself.
Christopher said if Jalil were happy, he would be.
So Jalil smiled. And pulled the woven blankets over their heads.