Snarky was a trait in others that Seven could, at times, appreciate. Many did not wear the title well and those Seven paid no real attention to. But those that could manage, were interesting. Seven always sought such creatures. Those that brought a...change to the world that often was much the same day in and day out. Rinth, of course, brought about its own trials and changes. But for one who had lived as long as he; interesting was a feat not always easy to come by. Even the strange, or unusual, by others definition could leave the vampire unimpressed.
This one, so far, still kept his attention.
"I mean they cannot in any way, shape, or form leave this place." Not by foot, car, flight or anything else. "Rinth is a trap. A cage. An experiment. A..." he paused briefly "...an eternity." it was all of those things and still a great deal more. Seven had not yet come to decision on it, as others had. Was it trap? Or an accident? Was this a test by something far beyond themselves? Or perhaps, even, somehow created by human hands. None knew. Perhaps none here would ever know. But he did believe that eventually the truth would present itself. Whether any were alive left to see it, or to remember to care, he did not know.
"Those considered...non-human...." he further explained; dark gaze flicking briefly back to the man. How aware was he of the other world? The supernatural kind that lurked and wandered right alongside the humans. Did he believe himself the only one different? Seven had no concerns for outing their kind, as some might call it. The man was in Rinth. Denial to the existence of vampires, weres, or anything else, did not last long. Not if had plans to stay. And if he did not? The conversation would simply cease to be, regardless, when he left.
As Seven spoke he continued to walk the circus grounds. Whether the man was paying any attention to the make shift tour that hadn’t been announced or hinted at, at all, was of little consequence. “The trapped nature of this place would be enough to consider it…abnormal.” Seven remarked with a barely noticeable twitch to the lips to indicate smile. “But that is far from all of it.” And truly, in ways, was the least interesting piece.
“This town is a creature in itself. Living. Breathing. Manipulating. Causing days where the sun does not exist or the spring is winter. It does as it wills. And we…” a subtle return of attention towards the other. “…simply continue on through all its oddities.”