I do not believe it, I know it. [ She turns her gaze from him. This is all his fault, were it not for him she would have continued to live unaware. He gives her stability to some degree. ]

Do you know what madness feels like? It is an itch you cannot satisfy. On your good days you are far too aware of it, on the others you simply do not care. It dictates your view on the world, shifting it from day to day. Moment to moment.