"What?" Now Eden was more confused. "I understand your point about finishing the opponent off. But, what clown…?"
Lena stepped over the body and turned to face him. "You know what that's like, chat?"
Eden blinked. "What?"
Lena didn't answer his question. Instead, she began a metaphor. "Here's how you need to think of it. It's like, imagine there's a circus clown. And the clown is up there giving a performance, right? But this clown has nothing but dark thoughts in his head. And he's begging, he's screaming, telling everyone that he's suicidal and depressed."
Eden blinked in confusion.
That didn't stop her from continuing. "And everyone's laughing at him because they think it's part of the act. But it's NOT an act. And they're all laughing at this depressed clown, and he's up there losing his mind as everyone mocks this clown."
Lena got up in his face, and stared directly at him. "Do you want to be that clown, Eden? Do you want to be a depressed clown being laughed at?"
