Vaelin turned his gaze to the horizon seeming to find a better sight in that then the angel. He had followed her of course as she had made her way to the garden. There was a sense lingering that he wasn't completely absorbing what she was saying. what he would say back would probably reinforce just that. "You and I are not the same, I am not like the nomads - others aren't like me and I am not like others. Some are more favored naturally into that of logical. while others divulge into the realms of emotion."
Vaelins attention finally turned to the angel, his eyes moving over the detail of the sculpture. "One is always more firmly grasped then the other. I am not someone who's good at being impartial and I doubt I will ever be. For me, its more of what hand they wish to tip." He looked back toward the horizon then back to her. "Everyone has their own perceptions of everything. we all don't feel the same, and we are all affected differently. Not all things can be productive as cynical as it sounds."
