"Maybe..." Siegfried allowed before looking over, focusing on the other teen. "What is it that you're waiting for?"

It was an odd question, but in the rare times Siegfried did talk with others, he often tried to find the answers he was lacking in them. Everyone else seemed to much more... human than he was, for lack of a better term. More alive and in touch with what it meant to be an active part of the world instead of just a passive observer.