Madness is like gravity. Sometimes all it takes is a little push.
One thing about Harvey Dent is he likes to wander. Especially around Chicago. He likes to look around, to see the similarities and differences between this city and his own. He'd never been out of Gotham much, before, so he intends to see as much of Chicago as he can.
Lately, though, his wanderings have been aimless. --Not so much aimless as directed by his coin. He's flipped it whenever he comes to a corner, headed the way it told him to go. At the moment, the coin's brought him to Grant Park -- Buckingham Fountain, to be precise. He's sitting on the edge of it right now, turning his coin over and over in his hands.
If he were asked, he couldn't really articulate how he's feeling. Confused. A little hurt. Betrayed, mostly, and angry. He won't do anything about the anger yet, unless someone pushes him. In a sentence, he's clinging to sanity. He's too stubborn to do anything but that. We can't promise coherency, but he might appreciate some company.
Lately, though, his wanderings have been aimless. --Not so much aimless as directed by his coin. He's flipped it whenever he comes to a corner, headed the way it told him to go. At the moment, the coin's brought him to Grant Park -- Buckingham Fountain, to be precise. He's sitting on the edge of it right now, turning his coin over and over in his hands.
If he were asked, he couldn't really articulate how he's feeling. Confused. A little hurt. Betrayed, mostly, and angry. He won't do anything about the anger yet, unless someone pushes him. In a sentence, he's clinging to sanity. He's too stubborn to do anything but that. We can't promise coherency, but he might appreciate some company.