If you asked my coworkers, they'd probably say I'm nothing but a walking series of personality disorders!
[Which is to say, he doesn't exactly have any kind of formal diagnosis. Mori wasn't that kind of doctor, after all, and once he was taken into the fold of the Mafia, it's not as though there were psychiatrists available.
But then Shaw asks him that, and it's the second time he's caught wrong-footed. He hadn't expected her to ask; most people don't bother to try to understand him, and it's the way he prefers it, typically. He could get away with not answering, could find a glib quip to brush her off and deflect, but the truth is -- the answer ties into the confession he's certain is the one this creature wants. There's no real point in avoiding it, unless he really does want to be trapped in here indefinitely -- and dying isn't an option on the table anymore.]
Have you ever walked by the window of a shop after hours, and looked inside? Everything's arranged as it should be, unable to be disturbed until the following morning when new customers arrive. But the shop never seems to be open. Even when you see people inside, you must have just missed closing. So all you can do is watch, really.
[Another minor groan from the door. He can move the bars a couple centimeters by now, but not enough to get out.]
cw brief reference to SI
[Which is to say, he doesn't exactly have any kind of formal diagnosis. Mori wasn't that kind of doctor, after all, and once he was taken into the fold of the Mafia, it's not as though there were psychiatrists available.
But then Shaw asks him that, and it's the second time he's caught wrong-footed. He hadn't expected her to ask; most people don't bother to try to understand him, and it's the way he prefers it, typically. He could get away with not answering, could find a glib quip to brush her off and deflect, but the truth is -- the answer ties into the confession he's certain is the one this creature wants. There's no real point in avoiding it, unless he really does want to be trapped in here indefinitely -- and dying isn't an option on the table anymore.]
Have you ever walked by the window of a shop after hours, and looked inside? Everything's arranged as it should be, unable to be disturbed until the following morning when new customers arrive. But the shop never seems to be open. Even when you see people inside, you must have just missed closing. So all you can do is watch, really.
[Another minor groan from the door. He can move the bars a couple centimeters by now, but not enough to get out.]