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[It had been a rough month for Danny. Actually make that a rough couple of years. A rough life.

Just... the last month had reached new depths of misery for him. It wasn't enough that the castle had made keeping his secret identity nearly impossible by taking away his ability to lie. It wasn't enough that he'd been trapped here for months going stir crazy with no ghosts to fight.

No, on top of all that he just had to gain all these new nightmares courtesy of the Event Horizon. He had to deal with memories of actually being tortured. Not just the nightmares he'd always had of being dissected. This was worse, because it had come so close to happening for real. And some part of his mind had thought his parents would approve of it.

How did you deal with something like that?

Danny had tried. Oh, he had tried. He'd stopped sleeping. He'd picked fights and blasted trees with ice and ecto energy until he couldn't stand up any more. But nothing helped.

And after a few weeks of this? Danny just couldn't bring himself to care any more. He was exhausted, and he was so tired of being angry all the time. He was tired of being scared. He was tired of people telling him that he had nothing to worry about.

He just wanted all of it to be over.

And so he finally grabs his journal and dictates a rambling and only slightly coherent challenge, the sort of announcement that could only be made while under the influence of sleep deprivation and complete emotional exhaustion.]

You know what? I don't care any more. All the people going on about how nice and understanding everyone in this castle is about people with freakish powers? Fine. You win. The castle and its stupid no lies curse and its thing against secret identities wins.

And when someone shows up to drag me off for lots and lots and painful experiments, maybe I won't even say I told you so.

I'll just say it right now. I'm a ghost! Happy? I'll say it again. Ghost, ghost, ghost, ghost, GHOST! And I'm human. And no I don't know how it works, so don't even ask.

[And with that he trails off into mutterings too soft for the journal to pick up.]

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No. No it's not. And if you keep talking like that I'll just have to come down there and talk some sense into you.

Yeah, good luck with that. [He's scoffing.]

Good luck with what? Finding you or talking sense into you?

Both? Neither?

Is that a challenge?

I don't know? Maybe?

That's it. I'm coming to find you.

[She's got a floor map here somewhere. She'll find where you live soon enough, Fenton!]

[He lived in a tower. It wasn't like he was hard to find.]

You really don't need to do that.

[Sorry, Danny, she's already on her way]

See, it sounds like I really do.

You're wasting your time.

[She doesn't reply. In a few minutes there's a knock on your door, Danny. Do you dare answer it?]

[He groans, but gets up to answer the door.]

What do you want?

[She puts a hand on his chest and pushes him into the room so he can't slam the door on her]

I told you. I'm gonna talk some sense into you.

[He takes a few steps back into the room as she pushes him and falls into a chair.]

I told you, I'm fine! I don't need sense talked into me or anything!

Apparently you do because you sound like a moron.

[He sputters.]

What? I do not!

Yes. You do. [She puts her hands on her hips and stares him down]

You can't blame yourself for all that shit, Danny. It doesn't fucking make sense.

Its never made any sense! But that's just the way it works.

[Nora walks over and SMACKS Danny upside the head]

No. It's not. You can't just blame yourself for everything!

Hey! What was that for?

And of course I can blame myself for stuff when its my fault

Because you deserve it, dipshit! It's not your fault if you don't have any control. It's not your fault if the castle takes your powers and you can't do shit.

But it is my fault is someone gets hurt because of that.

Edited 2013-09-16 00:16 (UTC)

Yeah okay because it's your fault that something else made you not be able to help people. Can you see how that makes no fucking sense at all?

When I stop trying to help people, someone gets hurt. Every time. It doesn't matter whether I have my powers or not.

[He pauses as he struggles with his words.]

I can't just stop! I've seen what happens when I try to give up and let someone else be responsible for things.

If you choose to stop and someone gets hurt then yeah you could say it's kinda your fault. But if something is keeping you from doing it it's their fault, not yours.

If someone tied you to a chair and locked you in a room before going out to do something bad and someone gets hurt it wouldn't be your fault, right?

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