[voice]

[he_is_wild]

There is a pattern and a rhythm to what I do! I do something terrible, he beats me up, he tosses me into Arkham and I escape again!

What does not happen is me waking up in a gutter, half-drugged outta my skull and still in a straitjacket.

*His voice is harsh but those used to hearing it may detect an undertone of pain*

What happened to the

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[he_is_wild]

Yes, yes, but central holding won't hold me.

[he_is_wild]

It is a woeful state of affairs, isn't it, Quiddler?