Bryn cast her hand over the braid again and grabbed at it's base, and pulled. She held that stance, as a far away gaze seemed to look beyond him, into a future that could be, and one that could be crushed.
"Which need are you inquiring about? The need to lose my mind? Or..." Open door. It was a policy that she was trying to stick to in this place. A completely different policy than she'd lived by until this point.