[Fortunately for Konstantin, Rorschach was in no mood to intimidate or bully anyone that was in the room. At moments like this, full of death and destruction, he tended to withdraw and go very quiet. It was better than feeling everything to the extent that he actually could.
He knew what the general population both back home and here saw him as. Some paranoid nut, a lunatic in a mask, someone three seconds away from killing someone if they pushed him too far. None of them, not a single one realized the extent to which he felt things on an emotional level. It's why his mind was structured so rigidly in its black-and-white thinking. Without it, he'd have to face the world as the cruel, heartless place it often was and that was just too much for him to deal with. So this was as best he could function right now.
As for Konstantin's question, after dealing with his strange curse for over a month now, he had a fairly good idea of why the Communist was asking him this. Clearly, some of his thoughts had been filtering through despite his desire to keep a tight lid on them. Rather than explain, he just shook his head slowly and silently.
Technically, it was the truth. He hadn't said anything, not out loud at least. But another thought, a tendril that just gently brushed across the minds of anyone around him who could hear it, came forth.]
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He knew what the general population both back home and here saw him as. Some paranoid nut, a lunatic in a mask, someone three seconds away from killing someone if they pushed him too far. None of them, not a single one realized the extent to which he felt things on an emotional level. It's why his mind was structured so rigidly in its black-and-white thinking. Without it, he'd have to face the world as the cruel, heartless place it often was and that was just too much for him to deal with. So this was as best he could function right now.
As for Konstantin's question, after dealing with his strange curse for over a month now, he had a fairly good idea of why the Communist was asking him this. Clearly, some of his thoughts had been filtering through despite his desire to keep a tight lid on them. Rather than explain, he just shook his head slowly and silently.
Technically, it was the truth. He hadn't said anything, not out loud at least. But another thought, a tendril that just gently brushed across the minds of anyone around him who could hear it, came forth.]
Why is death always so senseless and cruel?