[ Every word digs under his skin, wedges itself into the pieces of him already threatening to fall apart if not for his waning will barely holding them together. Fucked in the head is right. He's mentally unsound and fragile beyond belief. He knows this much.

But it still sucks? He's no stranger to having people he doesn't even know talking shit about him, but he's in a more precarious state this time and nothing is around to help keep him afloat. ]

You've got me all figured out, then?

[ He scrambles together what he can of his remaining bravado. A show, an act, it's all he can do. ]

If someone as fucked in the head as me was able to withstand the Kenoma's influence, I'd really hate to see what's wrong with you.