"Yes, I am satisfied with them," Artemis said, seemingly happy just to be called by his actual name. He smiled an innocent, unaware smile and laid an elbow on the back of the couch to relax.

"I suspect that I overwhelmed you with the barrage of information I just gave you, though. Whichever you would like me to discuss first, I would be happy to talk about. I have no secrets left."

Not after posting publicly that he could hear things in his head. Not after telling a stranger that he had magical properties to him, and certainly not after telling Badou he was on the brink of assisted suicide. Honestly, the Institute could pull him back and forth between sanity, insanity, and a false-self--what did he have to live for anymore?

...besides his promise to Schuldig to take care of himself. And Haku. And Badou. He was leaving himself completely open to attack, to invasion... and yet he couldn't stop. He couldn't stop his mouth from carrying on. And every time he had a rational thought, it felt like it just slipped away: discarded as a waste of time and energy.

"Did you want to speak on Sean first?" Artemis asked, suddenly morose and interested in his nail scraping along the back of the couch. "Or how the noise is driving me insane?"