Chez is growing more unstable. He's getting angrier, sadder, emptier, and he's begun a war of sorts to try and deny the rest of us our existence. I'm worried about him. Nobody knows about it, though. Nobody can help him, because he keeps a straight face and somehow acts like your everyday person. We're a secretive system, and Chez takes that to heart in everything. He doesn't know when to admit that he needs help, and it's destroying him. How do you help someone who doesn't want it?