From Stark's point of view, Schiller, dressed in a Doctor's uniform, slowly climbed several steps and came to the center of the open space before the door. When he spread his arms, light descending from the top of the High Tower shone over him, while behind him rose layer upon layer of floors and staircases that seemed to stretch on forever.
"Welcome to my Mind Palace."
They heard Schiller say this, then watched him lower his arms and bow his head. "No matter when, no matter where, those who differ from ordinary people are called patients."
"But when you cannot gain an advantage within a group through ordinary means, becoming the sickest person is the only way to break free from this mediocre, tedious life."
They heard Schiller's tone become increasingly impassioned.
"If you cannot cure this madness, then turn it into an unmatched power. Give up going along with ordinary people...
"Become a fearless, incurably insane madman."
Although Charles had seen such a sight before, he was still astonished by the unique aura Schiller radiated at that moment.
The world's most powerful mind reader knew very well that a person's inner world was their greatest charm. Yet he had never seen anyone as special as Schiller, someone whose spiritual world possessed such singular and irresistible appeal.
Both Stark and Steve fell silent. At last, they understood why Charles had said Schiller could not be cured—or rather, that he did not need treatment at all.
If someone possessed such a magnificent inner world and merely appeared slightly different from ordinary people on the surface, then no one had the standing to regard him as a patient, and no one had the right to treat him.
Just as Stark was about to speak, he heard a clack behind him. Turning around,