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Ostensibly on Legion...

A delusion starts like any other idea, as an egg.

From the shell, you'd never know anything was wrong.

It's what's inside that matters.

You're still working for him.

- The Shadow King. - Okay,

I'm not not working for him.

How are you real?

Whose body is that?

I'm not sure Farouk found his body.

I think he found mine.

No, no, no, no.

Moral panic is defined as "public anxiety or alarm

"in response to a perceived threat

to the moral standards of society."

The road to moral panic

has several stops.

The first is concern.

This concern, limited at first,

spreads from person to person...

amplified by cultural forces...

until rational concern

becomes irrational fear.

People come to believe

something terrible is happening.

Something they cannot see.

That they can't control.

It has come for others.

It will come for them.

Witch!

Get her!

Whether or not the threat is real,

the response certainly is.

And it is often excessive.

Ask yourself:

What's more terrifying,

fear, or the frightened?

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Amahl Farouk,

tapeworm, parasite, shit beetle.

I'm calling you out.

You're upset.

Use your words.

Amy.

Oh, please.

She put you in I'asile, like a crazy person.

I was sick.

You were a joke, something to laugh at with her friends.

David the dancing bear.

She was trying to help me, and you killed her.

Did she?

Help?

Or did you wish horrible things for dear sister Amy?

Terrible things.

No secrets.

Those were just thoughts.

They were...

You hated her.

You wished her dead for calling you insane.

Her foot always on your back, stopping you from being

who you are, what you could be.

And now, it's time for them to pay.

Who?

Everyone.

Remove your mask.

Show them your face.

You could be beautiful.

I'm not like you.

I don't hide behind masks.

I'm tired of the boo-hoo.

Do what you want.

Take what you want.

Gods make rules.

They don't follow them.

I'm done.

You and me, we're not friends.

I'm not helping you anymore.

I'm gonna find your body, and then I'm gonna burn it.

And if you're lucky, that's all I'm gonna do to it.

You feel me?

Okay.

It seems I was wrong.

You're not ready to sit with big boys.

Back to the kiddie table.

I will miss you, my friend.

But I'm sure we will see each other again,

when I'm back in my body.

My temple.

On your mark,

get set...

go.

Amy.

Amy.

It's not true.

What he said.

I didn't want this.

I didn't...

I'm sorry.

Don't laugh at me.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Now!

Stop it. We can't torture him.

Why not?

Because first, it's horrible,

and second, he's just a mind. Does he even feel pain?

Do you want to talk about it?

Huh?

Amy?

No.

He wants you distracted, emotional.

Farouk.

I know.

You can't let him.

I know.

What does she say about it?

Me, in the future.

I don't know, we haven't talked about it.

Maybe you should.

Talk to her.

If you're not gonna talk to me.

That wouldn't bother you?

What?

If you talk to me?

In the future? Why?

Oh, no reason. Just...

Well, I wouldn't want you to be jealous.

Of myself?

Why would I...

David, why would I be jealous of myself?

No, no reason. It's...

I-It's weird, okay?

Y-You're you and she's also you,

and I'm not...

It's not like there's a handbook.

Are you physical with her?

No.

David?

See? You are jealous.

I'm not.

I just...

You're right, it's weird.

So let's...

why don't we make some...

ground rules?

Okay.

You can talk to her.

And if she needs a hug or something...

I know it doesn't make sense, but...

It's-it's how you feel.

Hey.

I love you.

Are you gonna say it, too?

Shut up.

I love you.

David?

- How... - You think he is

the only one who can outsmart the universe?

Our David?

He told you.

He... he won't help.

You think I need his help?

He kills you.

In my timeline, the race ends and you lose.

So, yes...

I think you need him.

Do you play craps?

Roll the bones?

Dice.

A game of chance.

Probabilité.

But it can be rigged.

You mean you can cheat?

Escheat.

That's a legal term...

which means: Under the law,

the property of an individual

reverts to the state

if the individual dies without an heir.

I don't understand.

All I'm saying is...

who writes the law?

The state.

So you see...

the game is rigged.

And, baby...

I am the state.

So even when I lose...

I win.

You can't hurt me here.

You know that, right?

Are you sure?

But no, mon amour.

Why would I hurt you?

We are allies.

We both want the same thing...

For me to live.

Now, I know why this

is what I want.

The question is:

Why is this what you want?

We need you.

We?

I need you.

To stop the world from ending.

And who will end the world?

Tiny humans with their bombs?

Or World War III?

No.

No.

Stop it.

For centuries...

everyone said, "Amahl Farouk

is the villain."

Year after year,

they came... the heroes...

with their blue eyes and their white skin...

to kill me.

They thought by killing me

they will save the world.

And now you're telling me

that the opposite is true.

That...

the villain...

is the hero...

and the hero...

is the villain?

Oxymoron.

Maybe we're all vill-villains.

All?

If you're the Earth,

the birds...

peace.

"When two tribes go to war...

a point is all you can score."

Frankie Goes to Hollywood.

If David doesn't help me...

you will.

And together, we'll rule the world.

Save the world.

From him.

Isn't it weird that we were both inside David?

Mentally, I mean.

I know what you're doing.

What?

Shaving my armpits?

You're not Lenny.

And you're not Amy.

You're the song they play outside a hostage crisis

to keep criminals from thinking clearly.

I hear what you're saying.

And I agree...

We're gonna be best friends.

It's not gonna work.

None of your crazy shit.

Whatever Farouk told you to do...

your secret plan...

it's just noise.

He raped me.

Farouk.

Over and over again.

Kept me in the basement of his mind.

Like one of those Amish girls

snatched from the side of the road.

But...

you know, whatever.

Um, bros before hos, right?

Girl power. I guess.

Hello?

Hello? Hello? Hello? Hello?

What do you want?

David!

Aah!

Help! Aah!

I need you to listen to me very carefully.

Am I losing my mind?

Admiral Fukyama. He's a...

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

He sees and hears everything.

It's not safe here.

How long have you known?

Long enough. But it is not safe, not anymore.

Did you know?

I'm sorry. Stay focused.

She was my sister.

I'm s-sorry. I'm sorry.

You have to stay focused.

On what?

Preventing some maybe apocalypse?

He killed her.

Don't you understand? He mutilated her

and turned her into...

And how do we know Farouk can stop-stop it

if he does get his body back?

We don't.

But I know we lose without him.

You're not Syd.

Not my Syd.

I want to be.

Don't.

Okay.

I understand.

I can't.

I promised.

You should go

if you don't want to help.

- I do. I just... - No, no.

I understand.

It's too much.

I'm asking too much.

Go.

I'll be okay.

The w-world.

Just... live.

Make good choices.

Maybe things will turn out different.

Syd, I just...

It just feels wrong, helping him.

I know.

I shouldn't have asked.

I'll miss you.

Could we say good-bye?

Sometimes in a dream

you remember you've had this dream before.

But that memory is just part of the dream...

the dream memory of a dream.

When in truth, it's all really happening for the first time...

again.

Encoding perceptions.

Enter resting state.

Shh.

Syd.

What is happening to me?

All I have are rumors, whispers.

People go to Admiral Fukyama's pedestal

- and they don't come back. - What does he do to them?

He eats them.

Symptom alert. Fixating despair.

- Symptom alert... - That's not gonna happen to us.

Symptom alert...

- Symptom alert... - Symptom alert...

Fear of terrible things.

Kill or be killed.

- Doubt. - Never. Dominate.

- Panic. - Angry now.

- Terrified. - Everything.

- Paralyzed. - Woman up.

- Vermillion? - Destroy.

Syd?

Move.

Analyzing.

Pupils dilated.

Heart rate's elevated.

Physical conflict likely.

Chance of victory?

Sixty-eight percent.

Cocky bitches.

Regenerating.

- Regenerating. - Regenerating.

Regenerating.

Regenerating.

Hey.

We know.

No more hiding.

Take the basket off. Show us.

Now.

What are you waiting for? Kill it!

No!

What are you doing?

- Traitors. - Working in service of the Shadow King.

No, it's... something else.

What is it?

Insanity.

- Organism unknown. - Institute containment protocols.

Oh, crap.

That's a bad idea.

Stay here.

He's dying.

We can save his mind.

Take him to the mainframe.

Hey!

You made my friends sick.

Yeah, hey.

Hi, hi.

Can you understand me?

You picked a really shitty time to attack us.

I'm not saying it's your fault.

I mean, it is, but...

the timing, it's-it's not good.

I'm dealing with a lot here.

With the Shadow King.

And, well, this...

this isn't helping. So...

I was hoping you could

appreciate my situation

and maybe, I don't know,

be on your way.

Go back to where you came fro...

Otherwise, I have to kill you.

Are you, are you understanding this?

Guess not.

Remember, I was gonna let you go.

So what have we learned?

That a delusion is an idea.

That an idea can be contagious.

That human beings are pattern-seeking animals.

By which, I mean we prefer ideas that fit a pattern.

In other words, we don't believe what we see.

We see what we believe.

And when we are stressed

or our beliefs are challenged...

When we feel threatened...

The ideas we have can become irrational,

one delusion leading to another,

and another,

as the human mind struggles to maintain its identity.

And when this occurs,

what starts as an egg

can become a monster.

Shh.

Now I get it.