There's No Such Thing As Normal
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then paige isn't normal,
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nor cabe or anyone else.
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normal doesn't exist.
No wonder you can't be normal, how can you be something that isn't.
but if normal doesn't exist, if everyone is different, then why am i treated differently than everyone else ? , is that another product of difference ?
No. no.
It's too directed towards you and too little among others to be considered a product of difference.
then is it really because of my intelligence, my brain ?
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No. no.
Ralph is far more intelligent than you and he isn't treated the same way you were, and neither are any of them treated like you are.
but i do fail at human interaction a lot.
yes. yes.
so therefore the reason i fail at it isn't because of my intelligence.
yes. yes.
If it was then every genius would fail at it too.
he's known many geniuses that don't fail at human interaction both personally and by reading about them.
then why do i fail at human interaction most of the time ?
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*he tries another angle of reasoning*
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How does one actually succeed at human interaction ?
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i don't know.
How ?
You did it at least a few times.
i was mostly doing what paige taught me and it worked.
How do you know when you succeed at human interaction ?
people understand him afterwards.
there's no conflict afterwards.
So if you interact with a person and he doesn't understand you afterwards or conflict arises then you failed at that interaction ?
yes. yes.
in which case i'm supposed to apologize for the latter.
Why ?
because it's my fault.
always ?
always.
really ?
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i'm not sure.
What about when it's not your fault ?
was there a time where it wasn't my fault ?
Well, difference is a constant in everything so therefore there must have been a time like that.
but all people have always made it clear that it's my fault.
even the closest ones to me.
even the ones that knew me best.
were all people wrong ?
Yes, that is logical to assume.
Difference is a constant in everything so therefore, there must be difference in the wrong side between different conflicts.
so therefore, all people make mistakes and not just him.
Yes. yes.
then why don't they always apologize when it's their fault ?
more importantly.
why is he looked down on for making mistakes when all people make mistakes ?
why is it directed towards him ?
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walter inhaled deeply like his lungs had been devoid of air for ages.
again.
for the second time today.
what was happening fo him ?!
his bottom lip was wet.
he was drooling ?
he felt a cylinder shaped solid object on his forehead, he didn't know what it was.
he looked up.
now he knew what it was.
it was a silencer, attached to a gun pointed at him by a standing collins.
he wasn't smiling anymore.
instead his lips were parted and he was raising an eyebrow as if he's looking at an anomaly.
"interesting" said collins while still pointing the gun at him with the same expression
"walter how much time do you think has passed since my question ?" he asked
"none you just asked me" he said while breathing rapidly, the answer came out of walter's mouth before he could think about it
he then lowered the gun and a smile started to form on his lips,
"very interesting" he said
it happened again.
he forgot to breathe, he didn't feel the time at all.
what kind of rabbit hole is this ?
and wait, more importantly,
collins has a gun ?!??!
was he going to kill him ?!?
"so what, you're just gonna kill me ?" asked walter after his breathing got more stable and he wiped his mouth with his sleeve
"oh come on don't be boring, besides, from the looks of it you're doing the job on your own" said collins
then he turned the chair around and sat on it properly this time, he then rested his elbows on his knees like walter was doing.
"what is this anyway ?" asked collins
"i don't know." answered walter
"do you realise that almost 5 minutes have passed since my question ?" said collins
walter's eyes opened in surprise,
5 minutes ?!?!
he could swear it was a just second ago.
was he really THAT unaware of time or what's happening around him ?
"you REALLY didn't feel the time passing at all ?, you didn't see, hear, taste or smell anything ?" asked collins seeming interested
"no, .. i didn't" said walter
"what were you thinking about ?" asked collins
walter knew collins was as good at detecting lies as toby, lying to him would be illogical.
"your question" replied walter truthfully
"hmmm" collins looked at him, he seemed to be thinking
"how do you have a gun ?" asked walter
"a friend gave it to me" said collins then stood up and started walking around again.
"i've gained a lot of those over the last 2 years" said collins
"friends or guns ?" asked walter
"both" replied collins
"now this new state of yours, it seems to be triggered by a question or a situation your EQ can't process"
"your breathing gets slower by the minute until you forget to breathe"
"and you only respond to touch and no other sense"
"must be a breathtaking experience" said collins then giggled at his own pun
"i kind of wanna see where it goes"
"how did you so all these things ?" asked walter
"sending us to the island, putting mic's and cameras in the bunkers, mic'ing the garage, sending the plane, playing with cabe's trial"
"you were in prison the whole time"
"was i ?" asked collins with a smile on his face
he then walked towards walter
"was i REALLY there the whole time ?" he asked again
walter was silent and his lips were apart.
there were no reports of his escape, they found him in prison when he called.
then the realization hit him.
"your friends helped you .. didn't they ?" he asked
"bravoooo" collins replied
"what kind of friends are they ?" walter asked
"special friends, loads of them" collins replied
"i can be quite presuasive you know"
"and they can be everywhere, in prison, outside ofprison, beneath you, above you, to your left, to your right, close by or watching from a distance"
"i see you and toby met a few of them at the bank"
"and i learned a lot of skills from them, for example"
he then got up, he pointed his gun at the board walter was writing on, he shot 3 bullets
all of which hit exactly the center of an X on the board.
"neat huh ?" he looked at walter and said
"why ?" asked walter
"do you really hate me that much ?" he continued
"that you'd do all of this"
"i know i hurt you but you left me no other choice"
"we were both in too deep"
"i-"
"pfft" collins chuckled
he then started laughing like he was told the funniest joke.
"aaahhhh i can't take this anymore, it's too good" he said while catching his breath from the laughter.
"you actually think i did this because i hate you ?!"
"did you really think i'm that pathetic ?"
"no no no no no no no" he said while nodding his head sideways
"like i said walter i learned a lot over the past 2 years"
"stealth, shooting, martial arts and other stuff too"
"but the most important thing i learned .. is what truly makes me happy"
"it's not money, it's not fame, it's not glory, it's not friends or love or even a solved equation"
"no no" he said then dragged the chair close to walter and sat on it.
"what makes TRULY .. makes me happy"
"is watching those beneath me dance like monkeys"
"and you walter are beneath me, and your sentiment make it even more so, it cripples you, to the point where it's no longer fun watching you dance"
"i could've killed you a hundred times over"
"but i think it's such a waste of potential"
"so i waited till the parasites got what they needed from you and left, meanwhile i got to know my new friends"
"and now i've got .. sort of a thing going on in the outside world"
"while you're still confined by these wet walls"
"so, i came here to take some of the wool off your eyes"
"again why ? , why me if you don't hate me ?" asked walter
he was unsure of his motives at all
he's bigger, stronger, so strong that he could carry cabe on his own, and he learned a lot of different skills, the bank ?, so he orchestrated the bank heist ?, and friends, how many has he got ?, are they actually his friends or does he just manipulate them ?
"why ? , because it's fun, why else ?" said collins
"i like playing with you walter, you're only held back by your sentiment, you were so much more fun when you weren't"
"and i'm a person that likes fun above all else"
"so i want you at your top game, i want you to try and catch me"
"i'm currently doing harm to more people than you could possibly imagine"
"and i know you walter"
"you'd never back down from a challenge, not when there are lives on the line, you're bound by the greater good, wanting to save everyone"
"and don't worry, i won't kill you right away, and i won't lay a hand on the parasites, they're not part of the fun anymore"
"but when i'm done with you walter"
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"I'll Make You Wish To Die"
he then got up from the chair,
"so, catch me if you caaan" he said
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walter didn't stop him, how could he ?
he was more dangerous than ever, he's an actual criminal now, he's causing harm to more people than he could imagine.
he has no choice.
he has to catch him.
a while after florence got a call from collins, he let her talk to her sister, and gave her the next task, she was to continue staying by walter's side and interact with him, even if he closes scorpion, she was to touch him whenever he seemed to stand still for more than 2 minutes, and she was to update him on any major info, and again.
2 words stood out.
"easy right ?"