[ For the past day, Doc has been feeling strangely paranoid. ]
[ Every movement made toward him felt like an attempt to grab at his face, to pull his mask away. Every time someone gave him attention, he feared for the worst. He tried to do his usual observations, but he just didn’t feel safe. ]
[ He felt like everyone was out to get him. No, that can’t be true. But the way they moved and spoke, oh, they’re all talking about him, aren’t they? Plotting his downfall, right in front of him, they want him to know, they’re trying to rile him up. ]
[ They wanted revenge. They wanted his mask. They wanted him shunned. No - they want him gone. He couldn’t trust anyone. ]
[ They all wanted his mask, they want him to reveal his atrocities, his abomination of a face, to force him into hiding. He can’t let that happen. He won’t let that happen. ]
