[b]Grant began to laugh as well, but his sounded slightly manic opposed to being amused. He looked Bedlam straight in the eyes again, this time nothing being there. Let’s just say... Grant was a very good actor.[/b] “Well then. If you care so little and can do so much, for the hundredth time, why am I not dead? You said you’d kill me as soon as you had the energy for a bullet, so there’s the bullet. I handed you revenge and you still haven’t taken it. And I know why. Because you’re a coward. You’re afraid to kill me. That other side of you isn’t dead. A personality doesn’t die when one is bipolar or whatever the hell, it just goes into dormancy. So, you see, I know for a fact that good side is still inside of you no matter what. And I know for a fact that you cannot start a fire. If you could use that to get power, you would’ve already done it. So, allow me to narrow some options for you.” [b]Grant pulls a knife from the inside of his duster, and begins to spin it in his hand.[/b] “You’ve got some options here now. You kill me with that gun right there. You dig through all my memories for power. Or I plunge this knife into my chest and you never leave... I think we know what’s about to happen, Bedlam.” [b]Grant raises his knife, and viciously stabs himself in the chest with the serrated blade, blood beginning to pour.[/b]