[he does not, but that's fine, because neither does this child:]

I'm what one might call a realist, Fox. I see things how they are and am compelled to share with them the unfortunate truth of how fucked up everything is always and that happiness is a lie we tell ourselves to try to make it in this cruel world.

[first: don't drop his secret fox identity, rude. second: that's called a cynic, max.]