[This prompts Schuldig (or Keane, or whoever the hell he thinks he is right now and even he's not entirely clear on this point) to look up. The look in his eyes is not a pleasant one - though, for once, it's not due to any trace of menace or malice. It's unpleasant in the way that watching a bomb timer tick down is unpleasant. Something very destructive is going to happen very soon, and at uncomfortable proximity.
He can practically be seen clinging to sanity by his fingertips.]
...that's what you're worried about right now? [Easier to ask a question that both halves of his mind agree on, for the moment. He makes no move to get up.]
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He can practically be seen clinging to sanity by his fingertips.]
...that's what you're worried about right now? [Easier to ask a question that both halves of his mind agree on, for the moment. He makes no move to get up.]