Is there such a thing as absolute truth?
Phantom: I’m not quite sure.
Hello there! I'm The Doctor!
Phantom: Nice to meet you…
Have you went to travel to the 1870's with the doctor from doctor who ?
Phantom: Hmmm… No, I don’t recall meeting him.
Why are all these people asking you if you like Elsa? What is this, grade school? *rolls eyes at the immaturity*
Phantom: I know, right? Like, WHY
*bows slightly, smiling* I thank you for your praise, though my accomplishments in art pale in comparison to yours. I do have a tendency towards poetic language--I enjoy crafting with words, yet I know they are humble efforts. *shakes head* Enough about me, though. I see that in praising me, you have neglected to answer my question, and I am very curious to hear your response.
Phantom: I read the poetic way you described the world and I feel the same way about it.
Phantom: Yes. Not that interested in it.
*kisses on the cheek and runs away*
Do you believe that every cloud has a silver lining? Or that life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass, it's about learning to dance in the rain?
Phantom: Now you’re speaking like a true artist. And that’s something to be proud of.
[[ But in all seriousness, that sounds SO PRETTY AAAAA ]]
Do you think the way that sunlight falls on trees and makes the edges of leaves turn golden/silver is pretty?
Phantom: Well, that’s a pleasant way to put it.
What do you think of Jareth, the Goblin King?
Phantom: Okay WHAT EVEN
I’M A MUSICALLY-TALENTED OUTCAST SHUT-IN LIVING UNDER AN OPERA HOUSE DO YOU THINK I GET OUT MUCH-
*ahem* I mean, I don’t know who that is.