At that moment, Greed, standing behind Strange, widened his eyes. He remembered that the last time Pathology had looked at someone like that was when Pathology first saw Batman.
Pathology rarely looked closely at anyone. Most of the time, he simply did not care. For the rest, he knew there was no point in seeing them clearly and remembering them. Most people in this world were of no use to Schiller's progress through the stages of his life, so there was naturally no need to look at them.
This indifference was one manifestation of autism in Pathology. The vacant state autistic people often displayed in childhood was not complete insanity, nor were their normal faculties clouded by the auditory or visual hallucinations of schizophrenia. They knew someone was calling them, and they knew someone needed a response.
They did not respond simply because they found it boring or meaningless. That was why some people also called autism indifference disorder.
As Schiller's Pathology, anyone Pathology focused on and wanted to understand was naturally someone he believed might be meaningful to Schiller, or someone he found personally interesting. In short, useful tools and entertaining toys.
Batman was the former, while Constantine was the latter. But clearly, Pathology's process of using or studying anyone was never very pleasant, and that included Schiller himself.
The instant Strange blurted out those words, Greed knew something terrible was happening. He had witnessed firsthand how Batman had been chosen by Pathology, then spent four years tormenting each other with Pride.
Greed lunged forward, grabbed Strange's arm, and tried to pull him away. But Strange was like a tree planted in the earth. No matter how Greed tugged at him or signaled frantically with his eyes, he did not budge.
Greed was falling apart inside. If one had