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Dr Spleenmeister
Hi there.
I decided to come with you; wouldn't want you to get lonely.
I feel a childish sort of glee when you spot me and realize that I've come along for the ride. Your eyes widen, your nostrils flare and your mouth gets all hard and serious.
Did you know you did that when you get a little too close to crazy?
No?
Well you do now.
Your hand is trembling. Should you really be holding that loaded gun when you're this nervous?
"Murdock? Are you okay?"
You grin at your friend and I am impressed for the second time today; you really are a great actor.
"Sure Face. Uh, would you pass me that map please?"
Good idea: hide your volatility in a semblance of normality. That's what I'd do.
"Hey, BA, what do you call a judge with no fingers? 'Justice Fingers'!"
Nice try, but doing the opposite of what I suggest isn't going to change anything, you know that. He's looking at you like you're crazy, do you see that? Do you know why that is?
"I'm not crazy..."
Don't whisper it to me, I'm allergic to denial.
"Murdock? Are you sure you're okay?"
I like this one, he's genuinely concerned; isn't that sweet? Maybe I'll go sit with him for a bit...
"NO!!" Okay, okay, I'll stay here with you then, there's no need to shout. "Uh, I mean, yeah, Faceman I'm just a little jumpy I guess. Billy's been keeping me up a lot lately."
A name? For me? Oh you are sweet, but you do know that to name me is to acknowledge me right?
Yes, you know that. When they all turn their apprehensive gazes away from you, you sigh and sag in your seat; a defeated nod of your head that no-one but me sees.
You're an intelligent man - some would say close to genius - and that's why it's so hard for you to see me.
Because you know what I am, and there's not a damn thing you can do about it.
Genius does what it must.
I am what you made me, and if you're a genius what does that make me?
Billy.