He hated losing control, and within seconds this girl had ripped it away, naming the one thing that ripped away the facsimile of sanity. In society, people rarely cared about the madmen. The simple right granted to humanity were revoked the second someone was diagnosed with a psychiatric disorder. No one listened to the insane, even if they were supposedly healed from their afflictions.
He had worked so long tormenting those people, he didn't want to be counted among them.
"I do believe I know you, from that posting board. What was your name again?" He wanted to find an exit, to leave and never speak to her again but it seemed like he couldn't move. Part of him wanted to ride out the wave, see where this little conversation led them. "And who else are you going on about?" Denial was the best self-medication in this situation. He wouldn't admit to his suspicions, lest he give them power. The mind could be an amazing thing.