11-22-2008, 09:22 PM
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He ignored DaVinci, still staring at the dark, empty space surrounding him. His heart seemed to be beating in his throat now, having leapt up from the pit of his stomach. He lifted his head then as the door shut and blocked out much of the light, looking to see this intruder who was clearly not from Inferni. "My problem?" Pilot said, dragging out his words as if he didn’t understand them himself. His problem was that he was going crazy. "You’re my problem," he spat, letting his head fall back to the cradle his arms still made. "You’re not Hybrid. So you’re my problem," he muttered in a low tone, talking more to himself than anyone. His mentality really had disintegrated.