"Do you believe that it's possible to be truly content with the way things are?" Aubrey may be asking the wrong person about this, but she doesn't seem to care. "Or is it human nature to never be satisfied?"
The question wasn't foreign to him. While it might've come from different observations and therefore was given a different context, the root of it remained the same: what was "enough"?
It'd spiralled outward; the young child's mind realising too quickly that nothing was ever as simple as one answer. Not in this world.
Cyrus' growing web of internal musing passed by in a split second.
"It is the nature of all living things to never be satisfied, but it is human nature to believe otherwise." His brows drew tightly together; the look of a man just waiting to unload his opinions on a passing stranger.
As if preparing for just such a thing, he turned his shoulders more squarely in Aubrey's direction. His gaze was even more intense head-on.
But her question was relatively simple, too simple for him to internally justify going on a tangent...
"Contentment in a world such as this is cowardly."
So perhaps he'd push her.