“Give him five more minutes.”
The episode is nearly over and done, and as the mania runs its course, the patient rocks in his chair, mumbling over and over:
Do you want to know who did it? Is it something I can tell? Can we the truth admit while trapped within this hell? The sky below grows dark with blood. Where once we stood, she stood. After the rains, after the flood, all evil was our good.
His eyes seem incapable of blinking, and he stares fixedly at the glass wall of his cell while tears stream down his cheeks.
Tale Told 