Christopher Clarke
Our whole lives have been run by Creatrix. She told us what to say, what to do, what to think. Perhaps having such control over others is what drove her mad? Power corrupts, as they say.
Regardless, it doesn't entirely matter now. What does matter our new freedom, our future. We might not know of everything that lies outside the mansion, but I am sure we would be able to fit in eventually.
Although I intend to devote as much time as I can to research, I shall endeavour to spend time with Erebeth and the others. We have earned the right to be happy, have we not?
I believe the appropriate saying is "Let the good times roll."
Christopher acknowledged Erebeth's arrival with a nod. She was eager to go, wasn't she? "Maybe it would be best if we wait for the others, don't you think?" he asked her. "We're going into unfamiliar territory. Safety in numbers, hmm?" Even though he had to stop her from charging ahead a few times, he never grew tired of her company, even when she'd just been in another fight and had nobody else to turn to. 'Sides, it was easy to calm her down once he put a bit of Mozart on.
Chris couldn't help but wonder... what exactly was the outside really like? The only information he had found during his short life were a few books with more technical aspects such as geography, and Creatrix's propaganda. As such, he was a little... worried. He would've talked with Erebeth about it, although somewhere more private would've been better.
Eventually he reasoned with himself that, should there be a problem that his intellect alone couldn't solve, there was always Erebeth and the others. They were going to try and stay together out there, come what may. Heartened by this train of thought, he let a smile cross his face. A very faint smile, but it was a smile nonetheless.