Chapter 5 – Page 060
On the contrary, I’d argue that the middle of a battle is the best venue for practical psychiatry.
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Panel 1:
Nancy and Si are having an impromptu couples session amidst a wildly deteriorating situation.
NANCY: I was thinking about what you said, and…this whole situation, spectacularly proving your point that whacking your problems in the face doesn’t make them go away.
SI: What’re we calling a “problem” here, Nancy, the Ghosts of Afghan Past or me?
NANCY: Both! Wait…no, that’s not what I meant, rrgh! I should’ve written this down…
Panel 2:
Same View. Nancy is slapped off bodily by the tornado. The ghosts aren’t even cogent anymore, they’re a complete amalgamation.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Talking about your feelings in the middle of a fight?!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): I thought you a better soldier than that!
Panel 3:
Maleko has been completely possessed, grinning grimly as he levitates.
SHAW/MALEKO: Was I wrong in my measure of you?!
ARISTON/MALEKO: So far from Aristotle’s golden mean!
RANJIT/MALEKO: A stain on your family’s name!
MANYA/MALEKO: Mired in bourgeois degeneracy!
Panel 4:
Under Maleko’s hood, his mad eye gleams, grinning maliciously.
SHAW/MALEKO: Harbouring delusions of “fixing” me! Easy and painless, like all your fallen kind’s solutions!
SHAW/MALEKO: I’ve been through hell, Brilligan! Forged in fire and flame! These effete midgets should be grovelling at my feet, not the other way around!
Panel 5:
Nancy staggers to her feet, bat in hand. Si rolls over and gets out her violin.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): That’s what I’ve come to realise! I don’t need to be fixed!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): I need to fix everyone else!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Starting with this abortive exercise in democratic self-government!
Panel 6:
Up on the balcony, Carol is immensely annoyed at this ludicrous display.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): And once the chaff has been cleared out and burnt on a pyre, then…then…the real men will finally take their place in the sun!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Please, do, throw yourself upon my flames! Whether you persevere or perish, it will save a great deal of effort!
CAROL: Not yet, not yet, I’m not done with her yet!
Nancy and Si are having an impromptu couples session amidst a wildly deteriorating situation.
NANCY: I was thinking about what you said, and…this whole situation, spectacularly proving your point that whacking your problems in the face doesn’t make them go away.
SI: What’re we calling a “problem” here, Nancy, the Ghosts of Afghan Past or me?
NANCY: Both! Wait…no, that’s not what I meant, rrgh! I should’ve written this down…
Panel 2:
Same View. Nancy is slapped off bodily by the tornado. The ghosts aren’t even cogent anymore, they’re a complete amalgamation.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Talking about your feelings in the middle of a fight?!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): I thought you a better soldier than that!
Panel 3:
Maleko has been completely possessed, grinning grimly as he levitates.
SHAW/MALEKO: Was I wrong in my measure of you?!
ARISTON/MALEKO: So far from Aristotle’s golden mean!
RANJIT/MALEKO: A stain on your family’s name!
MANYA/MALEKO: Mired in bourgeois degeneracy!
Panel 4:
Under Maleko’s hood, his mad eye gleams, grinning maliciously.
SHAW/MALEKO: Harbouring delusions of “fixing” me! Easy and painless, like all your fallen kind’s solutions!
SHAW/MALEKO: I’ve been through hell, Brilligan! Forged in fire and flame! These effete midgets should be grovelling at my feet, not the other way around!
Panel 5:
Nancy staggers to her feet, bat in hand. Si rolls over and gets out her violin.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): That’s what I’ve come to realise! I don’t need to be fixed!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): I need to fix everyone else!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Starting with this abortive exercise in democratic self-government!
Panel 6:
Up on the balcony, Carol is immensely annoyed at this ludicrous display.
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): And once the chaff has been cleared out and burnt on a pyre, then…then…the real men will finally take their place in the sun!
SHAW/MALEKO (off-panel): Please, do, throw yourself upon my flames! Whether you persevere or perish, it will save a great deal of effort!
CAROL: Not yet, not yet, I’m not done with her yet!