I am exhausted and worn down, not stark raving mad. I am not about to start speaking in tongues just because I feel like my mind is filled with cotton, you fool.

[ ...god, why did everything, in this moment just... feel normal. There's no memory here, but. It's like he's used to this. The banter, the playful ribbing--the exchanged blows like it's nothing between a small group of devils...

Family was a strange thing. ]