[ He chews his lip subconsciously as he turns over Jason's words, clearly giving the man's opinion on philosophy a thorough look-over. He'd never really considered it that way. Philosophy was just something he was tasked with learning, absorbing, and internalizing. ]

I don't really like philosophy either. [ So many confessions. ]

I like my own ideas best. But it's ef-fective at helping me think of things I might not've thought of before. Like walking around, and I can only see in black and white, but then suddenly red!

[ A hand gesture of shock, arms raising up in emphasis, completely serious. ]

And maybe I decide I don't really like red, but I learn that there's colors at least, and that there's things beyond just black and white and red. That's important.

[ He hasn't been chastised yet, and his father's even asking about Sindbad. Damian lets his legs swing as he talks, perking up. ]

I like the fifth voyage the best, where the Old Man of the Sea hangs onto him and Sindbad has to figure out how to get him to let go. I just don't like the earlier part, with the egg. They ate the baby bird!