Haunted Wood Get out of here, Demencia!

So far, she seemed to be back to her normal self. He was a tad disappointed; seeing her torn at the seams would've giving him a good laugh. Ah, well. Equally aware of her ability leap out for a scrap with him, Black Hat remained firmly planted where he was. He'd toss her back in if he had to.

"Having a break," She answered. He tilted his head.

A break from what, exactly? If he could crack open her skull and see what went awry there, he would. Since he couldn't, this was the next best thing. Something had to push Vanity past her breaking point, and he doubted it was anything superficial. He knew he was prying, but he wouldn't push it too far if she clammed up. That was an exercise in futility.

I have. I was worried about you, you know. Good to see your head hasn't come totally unscrewed, 'Worried' wasn't the most accurate word to describe his reaction, but he wouldn't get anywhere in the world if all the connections he made were enemies.