[ Ganymede wonders if he can truly be impartial himself. But, he doesn't entertain the thought for long. He knows he isn't that kind of person at all—even if he tried, it wouldn't work for him.

Though, how long will it 'work' for Michel? ]

...Hope in people, you mean? Or also, in general?

[ On the other matter, he only thinks it is natural to pursue the line of questioning. Yet, when Michel questions him, there is no immediate answer on the blond's end, blinking quiet as it feels like he falls still like the waters untouched by the boats drifting along. No forthcoming answer presents itself, so his initial response feels empty. ]

I...I don't know. [ ... ] I'm not sure if that even changed. But, what I'm certain of is that I just want to know. I think knowing might be better than living in ignorance, or maybe that is how I have always been. Not hiding whenever I had questions.

Even so, would you answer?