A/N:
A/N's ruin drabble, so I'll make this short. My first piece in a while – may write an extended version one day. Title has nothing to do with the actual fic, though it might play into the extended one.The Blind Leading the Blind
"Why?"
"Why what?"
"You know perfectly well 'what'."
"Do I? Do I know anything anymore? I'm a fool. I spend all my time poring over these maps, these plans, these figures, this revolution...and with so much to do, I – "
"You what?"
"I have better things to do with my time than to be interrogated by a drunk who follows me even though he doesn't believe in the cause that is my life."
"I believe in you."
"You're a fool."
"Who's crazier – the fool, or the one who loves the fool?"
"I don't love you."
"I wasn't talking about you."