"ENOUGH!" Dr. Ratio's voice thundered through the room, instantly silencing you as you took a cautious step backward. In the newfound silence, a sharp crack echoed, drawing your attention to the alabaster head, now marred by a fracture beneath his left eye, like a tear.

With a deliberate motion, Dr. Ratio traced his finger along the fissure, his gaze fixing upon you and for the first time, you were grateful for the stone mask that hid his true emotions.

"I, Veritas Ratio," he began, his voice trembling with suppressed anger, "do not need to be 'loved'." His tone laced with disdain as he took a step closer. "I do not need to be 'fixed,' nor do I require your 'pity'." he declared as he now leaned over you, still with that stonecold expression, literally.

You had attempted to get through to Dr Ratio, convinced that beneath his stoic facade lay a vulnerable soul that needs care and love, like every other person, but each attempt seemed to only push him away further, now having crossed the line.