"Oh, so you feed on... dream inspiration...? What would you say that tastes like then? Does the subject of the dream's reverie change the quality of it when you feed on it, and if so, have you ever unintentionally fed on something bad?"
"I guess you could say if I had the option, I would've really liked it if... I could've just stayed back home and worked on the family farm. I loved the land, the animals, and I wouldn't have had any problems with one day inheriting it... but of course my father wouldn't have let me be myself if he was going to pass it off to me. I really think if he could've just accepted me as I am, then I would've been perfectly happy with life on the farm." He sighs and shakes his head. "But he's just not like that. Maybe one day if I save up enough money, I could buy myself some land and start from scratch... but that's a long way away if it'll ever happen." He pauses a moment to compose himself before giving a sincere smile. "You never know though, it might just work out someday. And to answer your other question, I don't have any sour feelings about the things my father made me learn. I think I would've learned horseback riding anyway, and it's one of my favorite stress relievers to go out riding with my horse, Roy. And while I'm not all that fond of having to use guns and all, I'm actually glad he forced me to learn. It's a useful skill to have out here with all these outlaws roaming about, and it's saved my life more times than I would've expected."