Tim nods, grimly. He'd known, too. He'd known exactly what would work, because it's the same thing that planted the first kernels of doubt in his mind. It's not real, Timothy. It's not real, we've told you before: tall, invisible men without faces don't exist. No one was here wearing a suit, Timothy. Why are you running from him, anyway? That doesn't make any sense, Timothy. I thought you said he was your friend. Why are you frightened of him?
He'd known exactly what to say, because it worked before. Because you're just fucking crazy, Tim. You're so fucking unreliable, always screaming about stuff that isn't there and never was. Even the camera never caught it, and you know that now, even now, your mind has been through so much. Anyone would have snapped under the strain.
He finally remembers the cigarette smoldering between his fingers, and manages a bracing inhale despite the subtle tremor in his wrist.
"Guess he's not my opposite after all." A bitter declaration, but - he's a liar, isn't he? Just taken up to the next level. But where the hell else would he have learned it from?
cw internalized ableism, mentions of gaslighting
He'd known exactly what to say, because it worked before. Because you're just fucking crazy, Tim. You're so fucking unreliable, always screaming about stuff that isn't there and never was. Even the camera never caught it, and you know that now, even now, your mind has been through so much. Anyone would have snapped under the strain.
He finally remembers the cigarette smoldering between his fingers, and manages a bracing inhale despite the subtle tremor in his wrist.
"Guess he's not my opposite after all." A bitter declaration, but - he's a liar, isn't he? Just taken up to the next level. But where the hell else would he have learned it from?