...man, maybe that's why I made a blanket fort the other day.

[Perhaps the mood would be better suited if he remembered whether the rat was the bandit's son or what have you. The absurdity is yet another component of the mental torture, though. Walter is... bitter. It's a smiling expression he unleashed a lot that Durandal is seeing for the first time.]

You see, my warden said that was normal. That we all grapple with it after enough breaches. For me to worry about someone struggling with reality at all, well, I'm just a big jerk who hates everything.