"I stopped believing that anything could be too crazy after I woke up here with wings, Fayt-kun." He smiled faintly as if to urge the boy to keep talking. Honestly, crazy had stopped being a word he used to describe anything here - the lights in the ceiling, running hot water, bathrooms indoors, machines that cooked food, stoves that needed no firewood, carriages that had no horses, deaths that remained impermanent, lizard people, talking purple ponies.

After seeing everything that he had seen here, he wasn't even certain what could be called 'crazy' anymore. He'd been to space, gone to an enclosure and fought off the undead, he'd even heard of cities built under the sea - to anyone from his era, it would sound like the ravings of a madman, but here, some people thought it was normal. Crazy was an entirely subjective term.

"Would you tell me what you can do? I promise I won't call you crazy for it."