[ For the past day, Doc has been feeling strangely paranoid. ]
[ Every movement made toward him felt like an attempt to grab at his face, to pull his mask away. Every time someone gave him attention, he feared for the worst. He tried to do his usual observations, but he just didnât feel safe. ]
[ He felt like everyone was out to get him. No, that canât be true. But the way they moved and spoke, oh, theyâre all talking about him, arenât they? Plotting his downfall, right in front of him, they want him to know, theyâre trying to rile him up. ]
[ They wanted revenge. They wanted his mask. They wanted him shunned. No - they want him gone. He couldnât trust anyone. ]
[ They all wanted his mask, they want him to reveal his atrocities, his abomination of a face, to force him into hiding. He canât let that happen. He wonât let that happen. ]
