[ a brief flick of her eyes: deciding whether she wishes to spare the effort to be insulted at the notion that someone should investigate her, rather than the other way around ]

[ but no, this isn't the time for that. ] It is easier to see it, now: I can buy myself a few hours of clarity, at least.

And that is the worst of it: that I became so accustomed to the fog that I ceased to realize that it was there at all. I should have been above madness, and -- because I thought myself above it -- I let it overtake me.