"Just following orders...what a good little soldier says when he slaughters a village," Jonathan said, his voice dropping into the same tones he used to hypnotize Arkham guards to kill themselves for his amusement. He turned, following Edward at a slow, measured pace as the man stumbled back.
"Court mandated therapy...treatment for the insane little riddle. Are you a puzzle, Eddie, a broken jigsaw meant to be put back together, to be solved by those feeble minded fools? I thought you were brilliant, a genius, not to be understood and known."