[No.]

[The word doesn't leave his lips, but it's what Chikusa thinks as he avoids addressing those statements or answering that question by taking a tentative sip of the tea. Of course he's never really been happy. Desperately hopeful at best, when he'd been a child fervently believing in the God his mother told him of and striving for recognition from his teachers. Emptily content more often than not, not really living so much as he's been going through the motions of life.]

[Sleep. Eat. Work. Exorcise demons from the innocent, those who deserved another chance. Repeat it all over again the next day.]

[He knows it's hollow, now that it's been pointed out to him. But what can he do about it? How do you fill your life? All he has is the church, and even there...]

It's a good life. I could be far worse off. [He sets the mug down.] I could be dead. I could be possessed by one of your kind.

Besides... You're speaking for quite a lot of people.

[...Even if Chikusa doesn't doubt they feel that way.]