Well, I mean - aren't we? Just-- look at where we are? And what we're supposed to do? Saying we're all crazy isn't wrong?

[Only, these last few days, something had felt more off than usual. Whispers in the back of his mind, growing stronger. Things moving when he wasn't looking. He shakes his head, and twists his face in to some kind of smile, strained as it might look.]

Hi, I'm Quentin.