"It sounded stupid," Schiller said. "He chose the worst possible method, but in reality, it was the inevitable choice for him."
The three of them stayed in the lobby outside the offices at Arkham Asylum. Only a single small lamp was on, its light somewhat dim. After drinking a cup of hot coffee, Schiller felt much more awake and began his analysis.
"People with Anxiety Disorder harbor a peculiar kind of malice toward the world. At times, they think that if everything in the world were destroyed, there would be nothing left worth worrying or feeling anxious about."
"Then they become afraid again. If the world were truly destroyed, then the things that made them anxious—the things they cared about—would vanish too. Their only piece of driftwood in the sea would disappear."
"They often became trapped in this cycle. One moment, they felt the world should be destroyed; the next, they felt they themselves should be destroyed. It was an endless tug-of-war and internal struggle."
"Oakes had clearly fallen into this vicious psychological cycle. It had to be said that his destruction of the photovoltaic integration system carried an element of revenge."
"But that revenge was not, 'I'll break it and let all you bastards who gave me a hard time die.' It was, 'I'm just this useless. This is what you get for handing such an important job to me.'"
"Many people thought this way when workplace pressure made them anxious. They thought, 'I told you I couldn't do it. You insisted on giving me this job, so if I screw it up, it's all your fault. You'll definitely suffer for it.' Compared to simple resentment, it added the urge to drag everyone down with them."
"Why was that?" Coulson asked curiously. "If someone gave me trouble at work,