Can you honestly look at me and say that? What I'm not is stupid, Tristan.

[He pulls a blanket over his head and turns his back to Tristan, trying to end the conversation and shut him out. There's nothing else to call someone who can't control who they are. There's no other word for someone who harbors a second personality that thinks it would be loads of fun to murder everything in a five mile radius. Saying otherwise is just an empty attempt at comfort, and if it makes Tristan feel better, it certainly doesn't do the same for Ariel.]