<blockquote><div><cite>Dream Evil wrote:</cite>"It doesn't matter what the fuck happens, because we aren't living for a higher purpose, or a reason on it's own.  We're all just dead.  Fleshy bags of directionless meat.  We're chasing a fable, rumours from nutjobs that have been euthanized by a bullet.  They're dead too, but dead naturally.  This state of death is unnatural and sick."<br/>Terrence went on eating his food, but missing the taste completely.  He realized how utterly cynical and ridiculous he was really sounding, but he couldn't deny his utmost belief in it.<br/>He didn't know how Sara would react, she'd already proved she could be quite explosive, but Terrence had spoke already.  The lid was off his proverbial Pandora's Box and he didn't want to seal it.</div></blockquote>