[ The madness Wash sank into is a different kind than the kind Byerly is talking about that runs in his family. For him, he was less of a danger to others, more to himself, more about trying to claw himself out of his own skull for the sake of getting out of his own fucking head, all the while somehow managing to pull himself together every time they got him in a chair. How are you feeling, David? I'm fine. What about your behavior in the wards this morning, David? It was nothing. I'm fine. What about the orderly the hallway three days ago, David? I'm fine, stop fucking calling me that. Does it make you angry, when I call you David? No. No, I'm --
But madness is madness. Wash knows it better than most. He's always been prone to it, that's what he's convinced himself of. The first time he attacked someone and realized he liked how it felt, he was ten. He's buried it deep, since then, and yet. Sometimes it sickens him, everything he's done, sometimes if he thinks too much about it, it has him shaking and nauseous. But sometimes.
There's something here. He's pressing it, but Wash isn't even sure if it's about curiosity, about wanting to dig into Byerly a little more, or. ]
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But madness is madness. Wash knows it better than most. He's always been prone to it, that's what he's convinced himself of. The first time he attacked someone and realized he liked how it felt, he was ten. He's buried it deep, since then, and yet. Sometimes it sickens him, everything he's done, sometimes if he thinks too much about it, it has him shaking and nauseous. But sometimes.
There's something here. He's pressing it, but Wash isn't even sure if it's about curiosity, about wanting to dig into Byerly a little more, or. ]
Do you think you could do it?
If you had to kill a man.