Anthony looked up at the woman—who, rather irritatingly, seemed to be almost a head taller than him—with a blank look on his face, laughing awkwardly a little after her reply. "Well....I don't want to see good people die," he responded, looking away from the woman, back into the sea. Whether this person was good or not was something yet to be seen, but it was true that he didn't like seeing or hearing of people dying. The more he listened to the woman speak, the more he started feeling confused. He had always been used to him and those in his social circles being straightforward and blunt, with little discussions of philosophy or speaking in ways that almost sound poetic.

Turning his head slightly to look where the woman had gone, he turned back to the sea after being certain that she had not left. Anthony furrowed his brow. Everyone knows who they are, do they not? He has never had to deal with or known anyone who had to deal with not knowing who they are, and looking for answers to the question of 'who am I?'. Maybe he was looking too much into the woman's speech, maybe it was simple and easy to understand and he's just making it hard for himself. "What are the answers you seek, then?"