"Then we'll find you someone new. Set up phone appointments with the old doctor until we can find a new one that you can talk to. But in the meantime, your taking care of shit is going to have to wait. I know what that means, Gamzee. And I don't want you locked up. I don't want you taken to another ward and strapped down and doped to the fucking lookstubs because you think you have to just go and square away all these people that are acting like assholes. You're better than that." Tavros paced as he talked, one hand tucked up under his arm as the other hand gestured vaguely with his words. He stopped to look back at Gamzee, scowling and rubbing his fingers across his forehead. "There are better ways to take care of yourself and the rest of us than turning everyone that's wronged you into mulch, whether you can see that or not. He can see it, and I was kind of hoping that you might too."