Flycatcher Downs Sometimes being too courageous is a problem

A 'yes' or a 'no' had been the only thing he'd been expecting to hear from the woman, so when her answer was given, it led to his invisible brows knitting together. He was tired, drained of energy from the storm and from his travels, and yet he still could not bring himself to snap at her for giving such an answer. "Πάρα πολύ γρήγορη..." he murmured, her words coming quicker than he'd thought they would. It did bring him to draw a conclusion, however, and that was that the woman before him was real. Had she been a hallucination, he was certain she would have spoken far slower, so as to be at the same pace as his own thoughts. "I was curious, is all," Alastor said, then, answering the first inquiry to leave her maw. The latter one needed to be thought over, as he didn't really know what he could say. There were plenty of things that were not real, and yet he could not pinpoint exactly what the other was questioning. Did she wish to know of everything in existence that did not actually exist, or was she simply speaking in an attempt to mess with him? Being one to see the good in others, rather than the bad, he opted for his first assumption.

"Ghosts are not real," he started, going over any tales he'd heard as a child. "Hallucinations, revenants, witches... they are not real, either." As he spoke, his tone stayed calm and even, not a trace of sarcasm to be found. He believed himself to be doing nothing more than answering her questions, though the meaning to it might have been taken far more literal than intended. That was not taken into consideration, the idea that she could have only been joking around, since doing so didn't seem like a very kind thing to do—to him, anyways. Perhaps, he just wasn't in the right mood to appreciate a joke, if one was presented.