Poisoned Rationality - Quotations
by Aruslym (edit.)

"The bitch wrote 'ea'. She spelt my name wrong."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 2: A Shred of Heaven

"Hal, who's side are you on?"

"We've been through this. Neither yours or Near's. I just want to catch Kira."
Mello and Hal, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 2: A Shred of Heaven

Mello exhaled and sat on the bed above him, hand sneaking down to stroke the red hair and to caress the back of his neck. "You were brilliant out there." Mello whispered. "From all the stuff I heard and saw, you were the cockiest son of a bitch who ever caused havoc in that city or any other. You took being shot in your stride. You out-thought the opposition and took responsibility for an international team of world-class hackers." Matt leaned in against Mello's knee. It was progress. "I know that you go hyper in aftermaths, so I was just trying to slow you down so you will actually pay attention to the fact that you're injured. You never go to pieces like this." Mello was silently reviewing the conversation in his head. He finished in Spanish. "I will always come back for you. Always."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 4: The Hunt Saboteurs

"Stop messing with it." Mello spoke without looking up from the laptop. Matt smiled and lit a cigarette instead. His mouth was parched, so he sipped the water that Mello had left there for him. If he could just master using the Force, like a Jedi Master, he could have lifted the brandy and brought that across too. Unfortunately, it turned out that he was just Matt after all, so would have to pour his own. "Why are you getting up?"

"To piss you off." Matt shrugged, grinning into the face that glared suddenly in his direction. "Just saying what you're thinking."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 5: Subjugation

"So what happens now? Do we sit back and let Near finish the job?"

Black nails dug in at the ridge of Matt's jawbone, then dropped away. Mello hissed back, "I suppose that would be the sensible thing to do."

"It involves trusting Near." Matt's eyes had opened a crack. He could see Mello's fist clenched. He could almost feel it connecting, but it didn't leave his lover's knee. "Can you trust Near?"

"Generally or in this?" Mello stared at him like he could pounce. Like Matt could be torn to shreds. Then it seemed as though the spirit just left the blond and he sagged, head bent so that hair shielded his whole face. He told the floor, in the most defeated tone that Matt had ever heard from him, "I trust him to finish the job with Kira."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 6: Dangerous Creatures

Hey! The stage is set. I get to be the fucking Fisher King, so all we need now are the maidens to appear bearing the Hallows. Oh my God! Here it is!" Matt picked up a glass of water from behind him and held it in the air. "The Holy Grail! Hold on, it's speaking to me." On the bed, there came the sound of chocolate being snapped off. "It said to ask you, 'whom does it serve?'"

With a creaking of bedsprings, Mello finally turned around. He peered up at Matt, who was holding aloft the glass in both hands, as if it truly was a reverent thing. The water within caught the lights and reflected them back edged with prisms. Mello bit off more chocolate and the tiniest smile was forced onto the corner of his lips. "What are you doing?"

"Ask me the question.'" Matt lowered the glass and held it out to the blond. "Look I'm bleeding from my side and I have the Holy Grail, ask me.'"

Mello sighed and, with every pretence of humouring him, asked, "Whom does the Grail serve?"

Matt stared deep into Mello's eyes, quoted from de Troyes as emphatically as he could speak the words, "The old king, whose heir you are.'" With his foot on the bed for balance, Matt brought the glass down until, for fear of it upturning and soaking him, Mello took it off him. "Thus the wasteland was banished and the fertile world was restored. Across the kingdom, the flowers came into bloom again and fruit hung heavy upon the trees... and the Fisher King was healed." Matt pushed himself off the bedside cabinet, steeling his features against revealing the pain that caused, and beamed happily at the side of the bed. "Hot chocolate, my liege, or something stronger?"

Mello actually laughed. He scratched at the scarred side of his face and sat up. "You're a fucking headcase, you are." He took a sip of the water and peered over the top of the glass at his lover. "Are you really bleeding?"

"I could do with the dressings changing, but it's not coming through anymore." He pointed to the glass. "The power of the Grail. Woot!"
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 7: The Wasteland

Mello smiled. "Yes, but doing this to your wrists was out of order. Remind me to tie you down with silk if they are ever even approaching this state again."

"Tie me down with silk, Mello." Matt smirked and the man on his lap laughed out loud. "Or bandages, I'm not fussy."

"Don't tempt me."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 7: The Wasteland

"Light Yagami, you are Kira."
Near, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 8: Kira

The Japanese and Americans alike had their own weapons trained on him. Matt shrugged, "I'm with him." He nodded towards Mello. "Trust me, he'd be really pissed off if you shot me."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 8: Kira

Hal ran across to hover in front of Mello, but his gaze was fixed on Near. Hal's voice waivered more than she had wished. "Mello, please... Near... come on, can't you...?" Her gaze shifted to the redhead behind the blond. "Matt, is it? Can't you do something to, I don't know, help them resolve this... shit?"

"Me? Hell, no."
Hal and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 8: Kira

"You said that I didn't surpass L. You didn't say that I didn't surpass you." At his feet, Near stared, emotionless, though a frown creased his forehead. "You have no idea how far I thought ahead, do you? You're already piecing it together and you are going to work it out." He shrugged. "This is all you have, Near. Let's call it a draw."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 8: Kira

"In a minute, Mello and I are going to walk out of here and you might not see us again. That's just the way it is." His fingers squeezed the boy's shoulders. "But maybe, if you send up a bat signal, and it's important enough..." He nearly fell over as Mello kicked him. "Take care, Near. You owned Kira good and proper. It's all good." Matt reached up and Mello helped him rise. They walked out of the warehouse and no-one even tried to stop them.
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 8: Kira

"Matt, you are twenty years old today and we are going to celebrate it if it kills you."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 9: Imbolc

Mello pointed suddenly, "When was the last time we changed your dressings?"

"Stop looking at my body. Too tired."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 9: Imbolc

"So, tattoo. What and where?"

"SuperMario on my arse?" Matt's grin grew wider at Mello's sharp look. "That was a joke. I don't know, I just fancied one." He ate Mello's burger too. "Kira Pwner, written in Japanese, on my arm? A little Cupid with an arrow and the name Mello over my heart? Perhaps a message on my pelvis, for when you have me gagged and I can't tell you myself." He pursed his lips, deep in thought. "I don't know, something like 'If God wasn't a voyeur, He would never have invented sex. Just get on with it.'"
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 9: Imbolc

"I swear I saw a sheep."

"It's possible." Mello breathed in deeply. "You can taste the sea in the air."

"This is the countryside." Matt said pointedly. "There was a sheep."

"I know. Fresh air."

"But it's my birthday and we're not kidnapping anyone."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 10: I Dare You

"I'm deciding whether to kill you or kiss you."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 10: I Dare You

"Right, I've promised to buy you a house, pulled a gun on a group of minors, eaten a fucking burger and nearly got us killed. What else would you like for your birthday?"
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 11: Probing

"Who told you that you could take the initiative?"

"It's your own fault." Matt continued with that incorrigible smile, emerald eyes glinting. "You were the one who stood too close looking really fucking hot."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 11: Probing

"Halleujah!" Matt grinned. Mello bucked, wriggling out of the hold of his lover's legs, and kneeling to stop himself becoming so entrapped again. "Oh shit, you're starting to think again. Just when we were getting somewhere."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 11: Probing

"You know that it's because I care that I'm not jumping on your bones right now, don't you?"
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 11: Probing

"I don't know why you're laughing. It's still going to hurt."

"'kay." Matt looked up, biting down his smirk. "I've just never seen compassionate sadism before. Sorry, carry on."

"Mary, Mother of God! I'm so going to wipe the smile off your face!"
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 11: Probing

Matt laughed. "No." He started to sing, "'I chime in with haven't you people ever heard of closing the God damned door. No, it's much better to face these kind of things with a sense of poisoned rationality.'" The blankness on Mello's face told him that he was unfamiliar with the song. "Sorry, I came over all emo. Ignore, please. It doesn't actually mean anything other than I was singing in the bathroom in my head and did it out loud when I came in here."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 12: An Exchanging of Words

"Besides I'm fine now."

"He says, while the sleeping pills, anti-depressants, painkillers, whisky, lager and nicotine course through his veins, in a body beaten to a pulp, mostly because he's projecting his self-harm tendencies onto the nearest lovestruck sadist."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 12: An Exchanging of Words

Matt joined them at the bookcase, peering over Mello's arm. "Oops, I got the wrong verse. It's 5.22." As both men read, 'Wives, submit to your husband, as to the Lord', the redhead reached out to turn the doorhandle right beside him and stepped through into the room behind. "In here, Mell." Mello found him, playing his game again, leaning up against a wall of cabinets displaying the letter 'M'.
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 13: Five Twenty-Two

"Mihael, you are opening a can of worms."
Rodger, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 13: Five Twenty-Two

"Can I raise your oxytocin levels a bit?" Mello smiled, leaning in. Matt looked at Roger, then the desk, before fixing his gaze on Mello again. "What were you thinking about?"

Matt blushed. "Roger's watching and everything. Is it like a fantasy? Only..."

Mello bowed his head, shoulders shaking with suppressed laughter. "I meant a cuddle."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 14: Chiquitito

Matt reached behind his collar and pulled out his own semi-automatic, pointing it at Mello. "Leave the kids the fuck alone."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 15: Barricades

"It Matters, do you remember nothing of these events?"

"Why on earth would I want to?"
Rodger and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 15: Barricades

"Did you remember something?"

Matt sighed, "Mihael, I never forgot."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 15: Barricades

"Yes. I'm going to learn Croatian."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 15: Barricades

"Cierra la boca, puta de mierda. Estoy caliente, así que ven y chúpame la polla."

Matt was giggling over his book. "I left Spain at way too young an age to learn words like those. " He peered up into Mello's eyes, blushing. "So the first thing you did when you learned Spanish was to look up how to say 'suck my cock'?"
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 16: Linguistics

"Bollocks, Matt." Mello turned to search for bags on the back seat. They had all fallen into the footwell and thence under the seats. It took some reaching to find what he was looking for. The oxytocin replacement nasal spray. Three minutes of love, trust and bonding in one easy application. "The only difference between us is that I actually express my feelings." He broke the seal and pulled off the plastic cap. Ignoring the worried glances in his direction, Mello sprayed it into his hand to test it, then held the little bottle inches from Matt's face. "Breathe in."

"Mell..." But it was being squirted and he shut his mouth again. At the second attempt, Matt did as he was told and inhaled through his nose. "Woot!" He gasped, as the chemicals surged like a refreshing draft through his sinuses and into his brain. "Wow! Why did I never use that stuff before? Wow! I like it! Repeat prescription?" The speedometer touched hundred and they overtook a whole line of vehicles, as if the others were parked. "I'll carry it with me always."

Mello frowned, then inspected the cannister again. With a slight shrug, he sprayed it into his own nostrils too. The world seemed suddenly so much more beautiful. He couldn't stop staring at Matt. "God, man, I love you."

"Love you too, Mell." Matt grinned.
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 17: Out of Control

"Matty," Mello growled, "have you ever stopped to think what it takes to thwart a genius mind?"
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 18: A Rush of Blood to the Head

"Any chance of a shag then?"

Mello grinned at him, humour softening his eyes. He shrugged. "If you like."

Matt jolted like a startled deer. "Really? No fighting? No telling me 'no way you're too injured'? No going through the whole... wow! Seriously?" He stubbed out his cigarette in the bedside ashtray and felt his hand being lightly squeezed. "Just like that? 'If you like', just like that?"

Mello sat on the bed, laughing aloud, shaking his head. He looked up again with moist eyes, but this time it was with hilarity. "Yes, just like that. Come on." He patted the bed beside him.

"What's the catch?" Matt held back, suspicious.

"Jeevas, just get on the fucking bed."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 18: A Rush of Blood to the Head

"Those three aren't so much mistakes as matters of interpretation." Mello lifted the spray and held it to Matt's nose again. "Can we get back to the bit where you were molesting me? Because I'm hard as Hell and these laces are killing me. Breathe."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 18: A Rush of Blood to the Head

"Stop thinking." Mello winked at him and received a wink straight back. "Sex activates oxytocin, well, if it's with someone you love, otherwise it's just the dopamine, and pain releases bio-energy; so tie me up, whip me soundly and fuck my brains out. 'kay?"

Mello roared with laughter. "I do love you."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 18: A Rush of Blood to the Head

"You went mad, Matt. But it's ok now."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 19: Red

"I'm going to Hell, Matty." Mello breathed. "I just shot a statue of Mother Mary."
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 20: Ocuvaj Nas

"Ocuvaj nas od paklenoga ognja."

Pain creased Matt's features. "I don't know what that means, Mello. I didn't have time to learn. I've forgotten what I learned in the library."

Mello's eyes grew wide, but, for his beautiful Matt, he would say the sacred words in English. "Save us from the fires of Hell." There was no comprehension on his lover's face. "Oh my Jesus! Forgive us our sins, save us from the fires of Hell, lead all souls to Heaven especially those who have most need of your mercy. Amen."

"Amen."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 20: Ocuvaj Nas

"Remember your Aristotle? 'There is no great genius without a mixture of madness'?" There was no reaction. Matt squinted trying to see one. "Mello, you are a great genius."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 23: The Abyss

"I read Nietzsche, after you went on about him so much in our little German conversation. I took out the book that you had shown me and thought it a very peculiar thing for a Catholic to seem so passionate about. I found your message a couple of days ago. The bit you had underlined with my name beside it. I didn't see you do that. 'Battle not with monsters lest ye become a monster; and if you gaze into the abyss the abyss gazes into you.'" She took in the broken furniture littering the hallway and listened to Roger's voice somewhere within. "It happened, didn't it? I'm sorry I didn't read it in time to help you."

Mello bowed his head and bit into his chocolate. "The truth is, Lauren, I don't know what happened or what's happening now."

"You look sane enough to me." She shrugged. "And I don't think you could ever become a monster."

But when Mello looked up, her smile froze and she understood. The abyss had stared right back.
Lauren and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 23: The Abyss

"I know I'm missing three days. I think that, in that time, I had Matt tied up and I..." He frowned. "Did I hurt you?"

"No." Matt replied, at the same time as Ann answered, 'Yes.' Matt flashed her an exasperated look. "Let me show you." He unbuttoned his pyjama top and revealed a remarkably blemish-free, white chest. The only significant wound was the gunshot, but even that had healed very well. "You didn't hurt me, Mello."

Ann shook her head. "You can't show him your injuries, Mail. They aren't on your body."
Mello, Matt, and Ann, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 25: Awakenings

"All rules are off?" Matt asked, thoughtfully. "In that case, and I speak with some experience here, you are out of your fucking mind, Mello." His hands shook as he extracted another cigarette. "I want to stay." He was trembling so much that he could barely use the lighter, but he managed it in the end. "And if you think I'm leaving your side for one second, you've got another think coming, you fucking contrary bastard."

"There you are, Matty." Mello peeped up from beneath his fringe, his smile actually meeting his eyes this time. "I was afraid I'd lost you."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 25: Awakenings

"Can I persuade you to leave Mail here when you go?" Mello stared at him, then laughed incredulously. "You want me, after everything that has happened, after learning that he has abandonment issues, after all that I've put him through," He rose from his seat. "You want me to walk out of this House, of all houses in the world, and leave Matt? What the Hell, Roger? You are asking me to not trust myself with his mind and yet it's you who comes out with crap like that?" He marched across the room. "No. I will not leave Matt at Wammy's House when I go."
Rodger and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 26: He Moves Me Differently

"Matt, can I kiss you please?"

Matt frowned, then slowly turned to look at him. "Since when have you asked?"

"Since I started respecting your personal space."

"Well fuck that. Just kiss me." Matt finished pushing his clothes around the games and waited. Mello was being coquettish again. "What?"

"I'm too embarrassed to now." He flashed a nervous smile and indeed his cheeks did appear to be a little pink. "Plus Roger's watching."

Matt bent his head, laughing quietly. Then he too looked at the camera and blushed. "He might get off on it."

"How about you kiss me?"

"No." Matt pointed. "Roger's watching."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 26: He Moves Me Differently

"I've got the feeling that if I apologised to you from now until the day we die, it would not be enough."

"Yeah. Well don't." Matt breathed in nicotine. "That would make you awfully annoying."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 26: He Moves Me Differently

"Number two, I want you to have me." Mello gulped. "As in, I want us to swop roles. I want your cock in my arse. In there, on the bed."

Of all the things that Mello could have said to him, that one came out of left field. Matt just stared, his mouth open. "What did you say?" He blinked. "I've never done it before, I wouldn't know how."

"You've had front row tickets to this show hundreds of times. I'm sure a fucking genius like you could work it out."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 27: Trashed

"I'm ranting again, aren't I?"

"Yes, but go on." Matt exhaled smoke. "I'm picking out the inadvertent compliments and using them to boost my ego."

"They aren't inadvertent, you freak!"
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 27: Trashed

"Shit, I think water got in the plug socket."

Matt rose from the armchair. "Do not touch the electrics!"

Mello appeared in the doorway, one hand on his hip and a scowl on his face. "Jeevas, I have wired up an entire derelict building. I have configured explosives throughout. I have created several computer networks and organised the building of safe rooms. I have hacked banks, airports, corporate headquarters and, on one notable occasion, a garden centre. Don't ask." His hand rose and his eyes narrowed. "Now sit the fuck back down and credit me with the intelligence to unscrew a socket!"
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 27: Trashed

"What pizza would you like, Mihael?"

Mello sank to his knees, his arms on Matt's thighs and a smile of pure delight on his face. "Can I have chicken, mushroom and sweetcorn, please?" But his expression said that his hunger didn't necessarily involve food. "Kiss me like that again?"

Matt blushed and looked away, but he leaned down and he kissed him. "Anything else?"

"Hell, yes."

"With the pizza?"

"Oh." Mello blinked. "That sticky chocolate sponge with the sauce and another one of those kisses please." Matt laughed. It transformed his face. "You are so hot. You can't blame a man for wanting more."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 28: A Kind of Penance

Matt snorted. The laughter rolled up from his gut and erupted into spluttering chuckles, pressed down by a gloved hand. "You walk in here, like that!" He indicated the rest of the room. "You sit down there, like that! All scrubbed up and covered in leather, looking at me, like that! Playing with chocolate in your mouth, like that! And you think I'm not going to think 'this is sex'?" His mouth fixed into a tittering smile. "Orly?"

"I'm trying not to flirt or anything." Mello replied morosely.

"Mello, you flirt." Matt grinned. "You look sexy when you've got the flu. You fart and bletch and you look sexy. You flirt by breathing."

Mello blushed and looked away. "Thank you. But the fact remains that I've covered up as much as I could..."

"In tight-fitting leather."

Mello stood. "I'll be right back." He was gone nearly a minute and returned in a red jacket, fake far hood pulled up over his head and hands pressed in his pocket.

"That's your attempt at not looking sexy?" Matt appeared to be looking at his screen, his pixel character driving a car through vice-ridden streets.

"Yes."

"Well, it's an epic fail."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 29: In the Presence of a Deity

Mello blushed. "St Jerome is the Patron Saint of Croatia."

"He can stay."

"He wrote a about Hell and homosexuality."

"He can go in the kitchen then."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 29: In the Presence of a Deity

"Ok." Matt draped the medal over the bedpost and looked up. Awkwardness hung in the air between them. "I'm alright. You?" Mello nodded, but looked frightened. "No, you're not. You were fine while you had a whole flat to put right, now you're stuck with me, an Archangel and the Mother of God. Do you want a hug?"
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 29: In the Presence of a Deity

"I said," Matt called, standing up and causing Mello's heart to leap into his mouth, "there's still time to quickly take some life insurance out on me."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 31: A Wire Slowly Stretching

"I decided I wanted to kiss and make up after all."

"Tough." Matt growled. He retracted his finger and carried on playing with his lighter. "You only want to kiss me because you've hit me. If you don't turn that into sex, it falls into the category of domestic violence. It's a conscience thing."

"You really think I'd be that shallow?"

"Yes."

"Really?" Mello took a couple of steps forward. "Matt, I'm a lot of things, but shallow isn't one of them. I wouldn't just kiss you to salve my conscience."

"Yeah, you're boring me now." Matt stood up and pushed past Mello to descend the ladder.

"Shallow and boring?" Mello's eyes narrowed, as he tried to analyse what was happening.

"Yes." Matt called back from the floor below. "And really shit in bed."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 31: A Wire Slowly Stretching

"So you're going to beat me up and take them off me."

"No." Mello replied with a sigh. "I'm going to beat you up, fuck you and take them off you."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 31: A Wire Slowly Stretching

"If he's abdicated, does that mean you have to be L?"

"I don't need to hide behind Lawliet's name. I'm making my own way." Mello frowned. "After I've finished the decorating."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 32: Bat Signal

"Hal says that he's now made a Matt puppet and that he was," He paused, struggling for an acceptable word, "attentive to them before he left."

"In what way?"

"She couldn't say. They were just on his fingers."

Matt switched on his DS. "I suddenly feel very unclean."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 32: Bat Signal

"Is this just a ruse to get me out of my normal clothes?"

"I'm never averse to getting you out of your clothes, Matt."
Matt and Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 33: Cyberpunks

"Does this mean I'm a netrunner or I've haxored you?"
Mello, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 35: Netrunner

"Mell, you tore down every mental defence I had and you expect me to rebuild them overnight? I'm sorry if that hurts to hear, but it's the truth. I know that patience is an alien concept to you, but please can you just Google it and find out what it means."
Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 36: Waking the Serpent

"I don't deserve you."

"Oh you do." Matt grinned cockily. "I exist to make your life a misery, just as penance for your Confessions. That's why leaving me would be a mortal sin."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 36: Waking the Serpent

Mello felt the anxiety draining away. "It was naturally manipulated. Roger measured a constant, when there wasn't one. I was around tampering with the primary source. I was the cross-contamination."

"Which means?" Matt took the pen off him and added the lines linking the circles. "Big finale conclusion."

"I'm like a drug to you." Mello smirked. "I raise your oxytocin levels just by being around you, unless I'm breaking your games or leaving you."

"In layman's terms, that means?"

"You love me."

"Yes, Mihael, I fucking love you."
Mello and Matt, Poisoned Rationality, chapter 36: Waking the Serpent