"Faith is overrated, but I suppose that's my biased opinion. One can have a little faith, people would take much more than you would ever care for." That was why his life is as it is at this point. Or so he reasoned. His father had faith in the Dark Lord, and he spent his last days in Azkaban because of that. There is no better cure for faith than a few experiences--or a good dose of cynicism. He felt vaguely uncomfortable when thinking about his father.
"It takes more time and energy to change thoughts, opinions, and beliefs. And you do have a point--probably since if one does change one's mind he or she will likely be alone since one tends to ally onself with those who think similarly." And so that was why he tended to be alone in this all. He didn't bother to answer her question, since living for himself was what he was doing right at this moment--especially since the passing of his father. "But that being said, I should head home now." Theodore tried to find an excuse, but settled to leave without one. "It has been nice talking to you."