"Those people?" he said in feigned disbelief. "Did you even stop to look through them? Well, I mean, the ones that weren't leaking."
'Leaking', here, indicated the still-fresh bodies of the fallen soldiers, the dripping bodies of the recent victims of war. It was odd, the emotions they elicited in the evil clown... they were pathetic, but they were proof positive of the horrors of life, of the chaos, that nobody ever wanted to see. But they were also too much fun to want to wish away.
At Grimmer's discovery of the PDA, the Joker couldn't help but smile. The 'journalist' acted so... human. So disbelieving, as though he was convinced this wasn't a joke, that there still was a reality behind it all. This man was still trying to pretend that he wasn't batshit crazy.
Interesting.
After all, it hadn't taken him long to adapt to the new circumstances- chaos was chaos wherever you went. Bullshit was still bullshit, and the troops across the river proved it. Give it a little time- the newcomer would get it.
"Ahh, there's the million-dollar question," he said, throwing his arms up in mock exasperation. He'd begun to walk around Grimmer again. "'What's this doing here? What's that doing here?'" His voice took on a high-pitched, girly tone. "'Why am I here? What's the point of life? Why did my dog die?'"
There was a glint of steel as something slipped from his sleeve into his gloved hand.
"Ugh, spare me. I think you and I both know... there isn't much of a reason for anything. Is there?"
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'Leaking', here, indicated the still-fresh bodies of the fallen soldiers, the dripping bodies of the recent victims of war. It was odd, the emotions they elicited in the evil clown... they were pathetic, but they were proof positive of the horrors of life, of the chaos, that nobody ever wanted to see. But they were also too much fun to want to wish away.
At Grimmer's discovery of the PDA, the Joker couldn't help but smile. The 'journalist' acted so... human. So disbelieving, as though he was convinced this wasn't a joke, that there still was a reality behind it all. This man was still trying to pretend that he wasn't batshit crazy.
Interesting.
After all, it hadn't taken him long to adapt to the new circumstances- chaos was chaos wherever you went. Bullshit was still bullshit, and the troops across the river proved it. Give it a little time- the newcomer would get it.
"Ahh, there's the million-dollar question," he said, throwing his arms up in mock exasperation. He'd begun to walk around Grimmer again. "'What's this doing here? What's that doing here?'" His voice took on a high-pitched, girly tone. "'Why am I here? What's the point of life? Why did my dog die?'"
There was a glint of steel as something slipped from his sleeve into his gloved hand.
"Ugh, spare me. I think you and I both know... there isn't much of a reason for anything. Is there?"