You are happy. You are happy. You are happy. You are happy. You are happy. You are happy…

You are not sad, you are not depressed. You're just not smiling because you're mouth hurts from smiling so much- real smiles, not fake! You are happy.

You are not haunted by dreams of those you've killed; you do not have nightmares about the church, or the streets. You are not tormented, you are happy.

You are happy. You should be smiling. Smile- I said smile! No, not that strained grin, a smile! You are happy, and happy people smile.

You are happy, they need you to be happy. They need you to be able to take it all with a grin, to be able to take their pain, to be able to distract them from their trouble. They do not need another member on the train of the sad and war-aged. And you are not sad, you are not war-torn. You are happy.

Now, smile. Yes, that's it. Much better, see, you are happy. You are always happy, and childish, and yes, perhaps even an idiot. But that's okay, because that's who they need you to be, who you need you to be.

Now, Duo Maxwell, unlock that bathroom door and get some food, we're hungry. And remember-

You are happy. You are happy. You are happy. You are happy…