"You say that as if the city is a thinking, rational being." He was not at all capitalizing the words that she was, as it made no sense at all to do so. Every city had a name, why she couldn't find it within herself to express the moniker of this one was a strange and unusual psychosis, one that he was interested to delve into further. He wondered if it was perhaps a phobia, or something borne of paranoia.
Still, he followed. He could not deny that he wanted to see how deeply her delusions were seated inside of herself. If she could turn everything into an explanation befitting her descriptions thus far.
His eyes caught on a street sign in hopes that the name of it would perhaps trigger some hidden away knowledge from a geography class, but it gave him nothing. When he turned his eyes to it again, it was different. He was quite sure, however, that they had not altered their direction, nor was he simply looking at another. His memory and spacial awareness was too solid for that. He had to wonder, again, if there were some new sedative he had not heard of yet, and if this might be one of the side effects from it.
"There is a gap in my understanding." He spoke to Honour in a calm voice, not wanting to upset her in any way. "You say that we were not friends, and yet I shared with you some very intimate details of my life. Did you get the impression that I told these facts regularly? Was our talk of a substantial sort that would illicit such information so readily? Was I hesitant about these matters? I am very eager to know more of our encounter."