In those fleeting moments, as Lucas shared his thoughts, and his worries, Shift focused solely on him. Not to analyze his words, as he'd done before, but to feel the weight behind them. There was a sincerity and yearning that stood far apart from those who sought his wares...perhaps worlds apart from Shift himself. As well-traveled as he was, Shift rarely left his comfort zone. Always calculating how to charm and befriend clients, following the guides of politeness and poise to a fault.<br/><br/>Once Lucas had finished his thoughts, and time resumed for Shift, a gentle silence claimed the air, allowing the words it had just carried a chance to settle.<br/><br/>While he searched for something to say, Shift found that the only response he could give was equally unguarded - both from an emotional stance and a 'proper' one. "Even beyond this town, a lot of places move to the same beat. Stressing comfort and seeking profit...There's definitely a lot to see out there: new sights, lavish luxuries, bold ideas. But in the end, they all become noise."<br/><br/>Leaning back in his seat, and staring down the half-lit road, the wagon continued to find its way through with little issue. But after reflecting on what he'd said, and realizing how dismissive it was, Shift quickly retreated to his usual poise and practiced smile. "Perhaps you'd find it different though. I'm a bit of an oddball when it comes to dreams."