Legion

Ostensibly on Legion...

A delusion starts like any other idea, as an egg.

From the shell, you'd never know anything was wrong.

It's what's inside that matters.

You're still working for him.

- The Shadow King. - Okay,

I'm not not working for him.

How are you real?

Whose body is that?

I'm not sure Farouk found his body.

I think he found mine.

No, no, no, no.

Moral panic is defined as "public anxiety or alarm"

"in response to a perceived threat

to the moral standards of society."

The road to moral panic

has several stops.

The first is concern.

This concern, limited at first,

spreads from person to person...

amplified by cultural forces...

until rational concern

becomes irrational fear.

People come to believe

something terrible is happening.

Something they cannot see.

That they can't control.

It has come for others.

It will come for them.

Witch!

Get her!

Whether or not the threat is real,

the response certainly is.

And it is often excessive.

Ask yourself:

What's more terrifying,

fear, or the frightened?

Amahl Farouk,

tapeworm, parasite, shit beetle.

I'm calling you out.

You're upset.

Use your words.

Amy.

Please.

She put you in I'asile, like a crazy person.

I was sick.

You were a joke, something to laugh at with her friends.

David the dancing bear.

She was trying to help me, and you killed her.

Did she?

Help?

Or did you wish horrible things for dear sister Amy?

Terrible things.

No secrets.

Those were just thoughts.

They were...

You hated her.

You wished her dead for calling you insane.

Her foot always on your back, stopping you from being

who you are, what you could be.

And now, it's time for them to pay.

Who?

Everyone.

Remove your mask.

Show them your face.

You could be beautiful.

I'm not like you.

I don't hide behind masks.

I'm tired of the boo-hoo.

Do what you want.

Take what you want.

Gods make rules.

They don't follow them.

I'm done.

You and me, we're not friends.

I'm not helping you anymore.

I'm gonna find your body, and then I'm gonna burn it.

And if you're lucky, that's all I'm gonna do to it.

You feel me?

Okay.

It seems I was wrong.

You're not ready to sit with big boys.

Back to the kiddie table.

I will miss you, my friend.

But I'm sure we will see each other again,

when I'm back in my body.

My temple.

On your mark,

get set...

go.

Amy.

Amy.

It's not true.

What he said.

I didn't want this.

I didn't...

I'm sorry.

Don't laugh at me.

Stop it.

Stop it!

Now!

Stop it. We can't torture him.

Why not?

Because first, it's horrible,

and second, he's just a mind. Does he even feel pain?

Do you want to talk about it?

Amy?

No.

He wants you distracted, emotional.

Farouk.

I know.

You can't let him.

I know.

What does she say about it?

Me, in the future.

I don't know, we haven't talked about it.

Maybe you should.

Talk to her.

If you're not gonna talk to me.

That wouldn't bother you?

What?

If you talk to me?

In the future? Why?

No reason. Just...

Well, I wouldn't want you to be jealous.

Of myself?

Why would I...

David, why would I be jealous of myself?

No, no reason. It's...

I-It's weird, okay?

Y-You're you and she's also you,

and I'm not...

It's not like there's a handbook.

Are you physical with her?

No.

David?

See? You are jealous.

I'm not.

I just...

You're right, it's weird.

So let's...

why don't we make some...

ground rules?

Okay.

You can talk to her.

And if she needs a hug or something...

I know it doesn't make sense, but...

It's-it's how you feel.

Hey.

I love you.

Are you gonna say it, too?

Shut up.

I love you.

David?

- How... - You think he is

the only one who can outsmart the universe?

Our David?

He told you.

He... he won't help.

You think I need his help?

He kills you.

In my timeline, the race ends and you lose.

So, yes...

I think you need him.

Do you play craps?

Roll the bones?

Dice.

A game of chance.

Probabilité.

But it can be rigged.

You mean you can cheat?

Escheat.

That's a legal term...

under the law,

the property of an individual

reverts to the state

if the individual dies without an heir.

I don't understand.

All I'm saying is...

who writes the law?

The state.

So you see...

the game is rigged.

And, baby...

I am the state.

So even when I lose...

I win.

You can't hurt me here.

You know that, right?

Are you sure?

But no, mon amour.

Why would I hurt you?

We are allies.

We both want the same thing...

For me to live.

Now, I know why this

is what I want.

The question is:

Why is this what you want?

We need you.