"You think to much. Have you tried impulse." he said sincerely.

"I can't say I have," said Rhythm, thinking. "Oh crud, now I'm thinking again!" She laughed. "I can't stop it you know."

"You should try. I'm not saying go out and rob a bank or anything of that nature but I guess we have are own ways of demonstrating impulse. So what are you thinking now?" he asked curiously enough.

"Maybe I should. Right now I'm thinking whether or not I'm going mad." Rhythm said. "I've quickly come to the conclusion that i went mad ages ago."

"Join the club." m stated soon after rhythm's comment. "If you ask me this whole world went mad ages ago when everyone decided killing and worshipping a murder as god was the right call." m had never been to outspoke but rhythm's mind was him the greatest novel he could ever have the privilege of even skimming through. "But then again I suppose the world isn't is black and white as that. Because it's never that simple. Is it?" he asked rhytm always valuing her thoughts.

"No. It's not. The world has it's grey parts too. Barely anything is completely certain. And yes, the world did go mad, but there are many different kinds of madness. Their inane madness that comes from a lust for power, and then there's mine, which some have been known to call eccentricity rather than true madness." Rhythm said. "However, I am not eccentric, I am simply mad. As the word eccentric is reserved for people who are either rich or geniuses. Since I am neither, I am mad." That was a long speech for her, and she felt quite short of breath, unused to talking for a long period of time.

"I'm guessing you don't get the chance to speak this much to anyone or rather you don't want to." he raised a curious eyebrow towards her. "Well if you want to continue this..akward topic then by all means proceed. By all means call yourself mad as you stated so boldly." he said with a smile.

"I prefer to let people see whether they think I am mad, and let them judge for themselves. It's much more fun that way."

"Fun is debatalbe. Don't you think?" he asked curiously.

"Most definitely. I find things fun that some people would seriously hate." Rhythm said, looking carefully at him. "I find my work fun. That's why I do it. I don't do anything that I wouldn't class as fun. I'm unfortunately selective."

"The word your looking for in picky." he told her bluntly avoiding the rudeness.

"Say what you like. Call it what you like. It's the way I've always been."

"It's not what I like saying but the proper term." he told her wondering if she was become defensive. "Sorry if I used the wrong tone petite." he said laughing at the nickname he had for her.

"It depends who you are, but none the less, I couldn't care less what people call me as long as it's not my name." Rhythm said calmly. Then she shrugged. "I would be angry if somebody called me by name, because that would mean that they had been doing way too much nosing into my business."

"I know you told me you were mad but I'm not sure you are after hearing that statement." he replied looking at her strangely. "Personally now I just think your a few nuts short of a pecan pie but you have sense." he said with a smile.