It's not cruelty, maybe, but a desire to understand that motivates them.

Oh for god's sake. I'll just carry you.

I feel like what I have become is halfway between my mother and my father, violent and impulsive and desperate and afraid. I feel like I have lost control of what I have become.

I forgot my watch. Minutes or hours later, when the panic subsides, that is what I most regret. Not coming here in the first place - that seemed like an obvious choice - but my bare wrist, which makes it impossible for me to know how long I have been sitting in this room. My back aches, which is some indication, but it is not definite enough.

Every question that can be answered must beanswered or at least engaged. Illogical thought processes must bechallenged when they arise.Wrong answers must be corrected.Correct answers must be affirmed. —From the Erudite faction manifesto

Sometimes crying or laughing are the only options left, and laughing feels better right now.

I am fed up. I am fed up with tears and weakness. But there isn't much I can do to stop them.