Ah, what a day. Two people get executed and I discover that my mind's quite the beautiful mess.

[He raises his glass, as if toasting to that notion, and takes a sip.]

You make it seem like a bit of a meter - am I completely mad, or just a little bit? I mean, it looks like "mentally stable" is off the table, here.

[He smiles, eyes narrowing in a slight fox-like look.]

I don't know how much I...ergh, he knows, if he really is that much of a separate personality. So I can't say. It doesn't seem like we're sharing each other's memories, anyhow.