[ This man, he could feel it— the severing of his tether to the world. Others who have heard the Zenite's side of things have said this situation could be manipulated, a ploy to get them to not question their motives further. But if they're honest with themself, they don't see how something like losing connection to others in such a concrete, undeniable way could ever be feigned or fabricated.

And, just as he says, they're the obedient, compliant sort - mostly unwilling to challenge or question the viewpoints of others. If this man believes it to be true, then it stands to reason that it could be. Probably is. His assessment of them catches them more off guard than the confident assertion that the world is dead, and it shows on their face, a muted, brief surprise in a lift of their eyebrows, as they raise their head to look at him for the first time.

...But ultimately, they can't maintain it, looking at him, so they avert their eyes again, looking instead to the crowd. ]

I suppose so...

[ Though, they feel vaguely sick to their stomach when they admit to it. One gets the sense they don't view being quite so obedient as a good thing. More than a handful of times have they felt ashamed of just doing what they're told - and they wonder, selfishly, if the person before them has a bad impression of them already. ]

I'm just trying to accept it. It won't change anything, will it...? If I say it isn't true, if I deny what you saw...

[ So what would be the point in making a scene? It would be futile. They sound defeated, yes, but they can keep that feeling contained out of learned habit, at least for the time being. Their brows furrow deeper. ]

Are you... you're not bothered?