❝ i take it back. ❞
* starters.
what a fickle persona this was , an unpleasant shadow that followed him along as the outsider walked the halls of this asylum, seeking out the stories these inmates carried with them. unfortunately, one in particular did not seem to leave him alone. he understood that curiosity, even entertained it — but he couldn’t understand it, no matter how much he tried. this pseudo-romantic obsession, an unnatural urge to proclaim love for him without knowing his name or his abilities… ? it was a first. it made him uncomfortable. the outsider did not find flattery in delusions, especially not from a man who was in no way fit for a relationship of any kind.
as the man spoke, outsider’s footsteps came to a halt, one wherein silence reigned : 𝒂 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍 , to establish protection of his own through manipulating the tension in the room. it was a comfort during the unnerving circumstances.
❝ what made you change your mind this time? ❞ despite a hint of intrigue within his tone, his voice remained fairly cold. he wished to gather information, not entertain this man’s little game any further.
