[He doesn't even stop looking, even when he hears her voice in the doorway. He chucks another piece of clothing to the side, still not finding what he's looking for, absolutely frustrated beyond reason that he can't find his vision. A few more items get dashed to the floor, before he finally straightens up and turns to look at her with a fire in his eyes.]
No.
[Is all he says, staring at her. Finally, after a moment, he asks:]
Where is my vision. Keep the delusion if you want, but that vision belongs to me.
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No.
[Is all he says, staring at her. Finally, after a moment, he asks:]
Where is my vision. Keep the delusion if you want, but that vision belongs to me.