"Or am I this way because I am your madness, your pain, your anger, your hatred, bottled up, and with nowhere to go? Do I need outside influences to be like this?" He laughs uproariously, grinning madly. "They're afraid of you, you know. No one else has slipped their grasp, like a slippery little fishie fishie fishie. You threaten them, steal their prize, and threaten to use it against them."