== Be the insane moirail.
You are the moirail, but the narrator and you do not have any comment on whether or not your sanity may be intact.
Because no one has confirmed your state of sanity, you may or may not be insane.
However, even if you denied that you are insane, you would know that an insane troll would either not care or think that everyone else around him is insane. Most likely, only a scholar on psychology, a highly-social person, or the forementioned insane troll would have such a high amount of awareness about what constitutes an "insane" person. The professional definition of insanity and the common connotation of insanity is loosely used so often, only vagueness and confusion surround the clear constitution of insanity.
Anyways, even if you accepted the possible statement that you are insane, then you would appear like a shitlord or confirm that you embrace your apparent state of insanity. If you confirm your sanity, perhaps you are a boring person, a comphensation-requiring person, or a normal person. If you shrug everything off and state that sanity seems overrated, you're an edgy teenager or a pseudo-anarchist. Overall, it seems like a lose-lose situation.
Thus, you have no comment.
You are Leivon Velrus, and you are a verbose intellectual smartass with a penchant for swordfighting, social psychology, and detective work. Bearing a belief in your superiority due to your violet-blooded status, you take painstaking measures to extend your vocabulary, practice your combat skills, and create reasons to use your arrogant sneer. You are secretly an anarchist, and you wish to someday create an army to overthrow the current monarch, crowning yourself as the leader. It's going to be difficult work, which is why you have a hidden stash of military strategy books, resurgent flags, and pirate posters. Of course, you wield the bladekind specibus in your strife deck, and after an incident involving spaghetti and trains, you somehow obtained an umbrellakind specibus as well. You prefer not to talk about it, and you rarely ever use the umbrellakind specibus, sometimes forgetting that it exists.
Right now, you have received a form of notification that someone has successfully attempted to batter and thieve from your strangely-mannered moirail.
You are seething in anger. Nobody assaults your moirail and gets away with it.
"...I am going to hunt that fucker down and shove my goddamn blade down his goddamn throat...!"
The sound of the shout, uninterrupted by anything else, echoes through the walls of the respiteblock.
Your sea-lion lusus, looking confused and curious, peers at you from behind the door. It looks scared and threatened at first, but slightly calmed down when it saw you. He probably thought that you were an intruder, poised to strike down and assassinate his troll in mere moments. You feel rather insulted at the notion that you would be taken down so easily. Even if there was an assassin there to loudly and messily cull you, which is preposterous, you would already be aware of his or her presence.
Some trolls say that you have a tendency to overthink things, but you dismiss them and say that you're being smart and cautionable.
Irritated, you stare at your shivering lusus, using harsh undertones in your voice. "What do you want, huh?!"
Of course, the lusus does not have an ability to speak to you. He is simply your bodyguard beast, who happens to not have the proper vocal cords for such activities. Silent, it shakes its head, and slips out of the room.