"Hm. It must be strange to have so many things in your head that aren't your own," he says, but right now that doesn't unsettle him. It's just odd.

The relative dark and quiet of the ride are as calming as he anticipated. Pink has never been a favored color, but it isn't garish. The soft sound of water flowing beneath the music.

"Is there such a thing as perfection? We're expected to strive for it, but sometimes... it's enough to be adequate.

"And this... This is perfectly adequate." He glances at David to see if he appreciated that bit of wordplay.