Level 7 - High Scholar of Slipping Logic
The nurse put a hand on his shoulder, speaking softly, 'Calm down, sir, you're inside a hospital. You're safe.'
The man's eyes darted back and forth, his whole body shaking in terror, 'Nooo,' He whispered, 'I'll never be safe, I saw him, I saw him jerking and writhing around, then he looked straight at me and fell over.'
They are two sides of the same coin-either one will kill you, they'll just think about it differently.
"It has been said that humanities' mortality is the root cause for its creation of art. I am the embodiment of contradiction for that theory."