Crazy is quite subjective.
Matilda scratches her arms nervously, before turning her palms up, looking at them as if in a trance.
”I…I can help if anyone is injured?”
This unnatural mist, the loud voices with no origin, the mysterious circumstances of our awakening, the symbols on our wrists?
None of this strikes you as odd?
well… I do think said voice referencing a hunt could be a point of concern? Does that not concern you?
”I’ve been told I’m a lunatic, crazy, raving mad…”
“I’m truly sorry I’m making you uncomfortable!”
“Uh. Well. …You know…You all are weird. Weird and mysterious. That’s crazy to me. None of you are being normal, and it’s uncomfortable to be around…”
the 1% be like
I suppose the word you’re looking for is eccentric.
Wilfred quickly glances at Matilda
Which isn’t an unfair assessment, though I’d hardly call it crazy.
“Um…”
“If it makes you feel any better, you’re only the third most crazy person i’ve met today!”
”No.” she whispers, “not at all.”
Matilda starts fingering the bandage around her neck, and winces when she presses over the wound.
“Don’t be daft,” Arthur smiles at (min). “Of course we’re crazy. We break the laws of the universe just because we can. The very fabric of our reality is split apart near us.” He smiles, the sight not matching with his words. “If you claim to be sane…” His face darkens, and his voice deepens. “You’re a liar.” He turns to look at (Jane). “And… I don’t like liars.”
Arthur. You claim that we break the laws of physics because we can. Are you suggesting someone of us is responsible for this mist?
Because I, for one, don’t think we know how to use magic yet