Marcus walked the asylum, wondering about the past.
Why the fuck did I actually go to try and help? I have loyalty to no one, especially her.
Marcus swang his sword through the air, severing the knob off a door
STUPID STUPID STUPID! your helping the *****!
Marcus looked at his hands after coming to terms with what he just thought.
"I'm the psychopath, this time."
Marcus fell to his knees, clutched his head, and laughed.