The bipolar imbalance within me, leading to my manic-depressive state, holds me in thrall even without the interference of Ivy or others. My life is onerous to me, but I have no means with which to end it all! All possible means with which I might do so have been denied to me by Dr. LaGrieve -- save you. If I asked you, would you put a bullet in my brain?
In my lucid moments, I wish I could be healthy. Depressed, I am a danger to myself; manic -- I am a danger to everyone else. I do not wish to kill myself but I might not mind dying. Perhaps now you can see the attraction that something that calls itself the Suicide Squad might have for me.
How can you strike a man who rewrites the fabric of reality itself?
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