One hundred and ten days. That’s how long it’s been since he’s spoken to anyone. Wandering around the Mindscape, trying to understand what has gone on. There’s time to think about your personal character when you live in a jar for two months. It’s almost insanity, somehow turning into clarity.
Patton knew he wasn’t perfect, it was obvious. But..did he have to enforce such morals even he couldn’t follow? Outbursts that he thought he couldn’t control, a person who has now formed outside of him, and watching countless torments within the jar.
Instead, he can be something a little bit better. The knee jerk reaction to hold everyone to such a moral standard is still there, but he can bury it. Not bury..express a bit differently and a bit of burying. To be a bit better, to understand what it is to be almost human.
















