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indent He had never considered himself mad. Troubled, yes, but never mad. Decorating bones, reading signs in intestines, hearing voices that were not there, seeing ancient and long dead relics—no, these were not signs of the mad. Martyrs are rarely understood, rarely considered anything but lunatics.
indent Cocking his head back, he laughed. “Please,” he said, lowering his head, scarred face twisted with amusement. It was hysterical, and it was treason to say such things, but his brother was disturbed. Gabriel would not turn him away until the time was right. He could read the signs, as clearly as he saw them in the remains of the rabbit. “You couldn’t if you tried. Why would you want to, anyway?” Method, even now, method in the madness.
indent He had never considered himself mad. Troubled, yes, but never mad. Decorating bones, reading signs in intestines, hearing voices that were not there, seeing ancient and long dead relics—no, these were not signs of the mad. Martyrs are rarely understood, rarely considered anything but lunatics.
indent Cocking his head back, he laughed. “Please,” he said, lowering his head, scarred face twisted with amusement. It was hysterical, and it was treason to say such things, but his brother was disturbed. Gabriel would not turn him away until the time was right. He could read the signs, as clearly as he saw them in the remains of the rabbit. “You couldn’t if you tried. Why would you want to, anyway?” Method, even now, method in the madness.