[And that's the part that gets him, the posture that says "I'm not giving you a choice", the phrase- I'm here to help- that, filtered through a haze of sickness and fear, sounds all too uncomfortably familiar.
This isn't, technically, all that unusual. His brain makes bad connections all the time, it's part of the condition. But normally he can look past it, see that he's being unreasonable, that this person actually is here to help him. Not today.]
I don't need your kind of help.
[He slides the knife into a better position in his hand, so that now the tip of it is sticking out of his sleeve, and takes a half-step back. His eyes are still wild.]
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This isn't, technically, all that unusual. His brain makes bad connections all the time, it's part of the condition. But normally he can look past it, see that he's being unreasonable, that this person actually is here to help him. Not today.]
I don't need your kind of help.
[He slides the knife into a better position in his hand, so that now the tip of it is sticking out of his sleeve, and takes a half-step back. His eyes are still wild.]