"My violent actions were simply due to my lack of rational thinking at the time, but they believed it was time to send me back. I could start a major bloodbath at a critical moment."
Charles narrowed his eyes slightly, couldn't help but smirk, and said, "The results must have been terrible, huh?"
Shiller nodded and said, "I was strictly controlled in the lab, so they didn't detect my violent tendencies."
"They wanted me to disrupt a major event, which essentially means framing the authorities for wantonly slaughtering protesting civilians, but I killed them which delayed some time and missed the best opportunities. That country's intelligence agency discovered their plot, and they found me."
"At that time, my powers were uncontrolled, and abnormalities were easy to spot, so I was captured and sent to a place called the Ninth Institution."
"Another lab?"
"Nearly." To Charles' surprise, Shiller nodded and said, "It was more like a combination of a lab, a sanatorium, and a heavy sentence prison."
"I underwent a very thorough investigation and interrogation, but my mind was all fuzzy at that time. After several irrelevant investigations, they found out that my mental condition was concerning."
"They tested my abilities, and then decided that if I were insane, I would probably have to spend the rest of my life here, because once I was let out, I could potentially cause large-scale casualties."
"Initially, the case should have ended there, but coincidentally the organization that captured me was rooted out because of this incident. That country's authorities finally discovered the harm caused by using psychology as a weapon is possibly much greater than real weapons."
"They were not interested in my personal abilities because they were not especially invested in individual heroism, but they wanted to know how the organization was controlling me, so they sent a group of psychology experts to study me."
"But since my rational tower of blocks had completely collapsed, I was unable to answer a single question. Most experts, after a year of miscommunicative tug-of-war, concluded that I must have gone completely insane."
Shiller tilted his head to one side and said, "Originally, this research project was dragging on with no results, but then another case similar to mine had serious consequences. They finally realized they couldn't delay anymore, so they brought in a professional psychiatrist - a really good doctor."
"He wasn't here to study, but to treat." Shiller said, stroking his lips with his finger, "He believed that he should first find the cause of my madness, and find a way to treat this insanity, before he could possibly make progress."
"He wasn't very popular, was he?" Charles asked.
Shiller nodded and said, "Psychology had started late in that country, and at that time, most experts had tended towards psychopathology rather than psychology, let alone pedagogy."
"When they couldn't find any problems in the pathological aspect, they thought it was probably hopeless; although not entirely denying it, most were pessimistic. But that doctor was persistent."
"Under his perseverance, I was first diagnosed with autism. After undergoing therapy for a while, the results were not significant. The doctor felt there could be other causes."
"After more talks than I can remember, he finally gleaned some clues from my crazy ramblings. He began to study the blocks."
"After a long, unknown period of exploration, he finally realized the root cause of my shattered consciousness. At that time, everyone thought this was absurd. They thought the doctor might have gone mad with me."
"I can't blame them entirely," Charles said while writing, "Even I find it a bit ridiculous. If I encounter such a case for the first time, I'm not even sure if my mutant ability could find any clues. It seems that the doctor is far better than me."
"He is just more patient ... He is the most patient person I have ever met." For some reason, Shiller's last half sentence sounded a bit like gnashing his teeth.
"However, he was indeed a genius in psychology, and he gradually guided me to rebuild my tower."
"A lot of time passed before my consciousness came mostly clear. The new tower had many ugly seams, but it was functional. However, at that point, my project was no longer very important."
"The Ninth Institution became a dispensable research institution. The director was there for retirement, the employees were there to kill time, and most people did not know my history, thinking I was a mentally ill patient recovering."
"Most people sympathized with me, thinking it was already good enough that I could live independently. The director only wished I could use my high-functioning intellectual capacity to attend university. Only that doctor would not give up on turning me into a normal person."
"To be honest, after the reconstruction of the tower and the reallocation of my personality, I was infinitely close to a normal person," Shiller shook his head and said: "But his requirements were so high, I went through more than a year of tormenting each other before finally taking the entrance examinations through the director's connections and left this research institution."
At this point, Charles finally smiled, as though he was relieved. But Shiller crossed his arms and said, "This sounds like a motivational story of striving for improvement, right? But actually, I didn't study well in college, but that's another story."
"Now I am sure that he is a much better doctor than I am." Charles looked up into Shiller's eyes and said, "His greatest aspect was his courage to not give up on a patient whom even I wanted to give up on after hearing their story."
After Shiller was silent for a while, he said, "Each Shiller is chasing after his footsteps. So is Arrogant."
Having said that, Shiller looked up at Charles' eyes, his gaze focused a little too much.
Confused, Charles asked, "You think I am a lot like him, don't you? Why do you look at me with such nostalgia?"
"It might be disrespectful to say this, but you both have similarities, you are both good doctors."
"I guess it's more than that, isn't it?"
It took Shiller quite a while to finally say, "Your eyes are too similar, especially the color."
Surprised, Charles widened his eyes and asked, "Wasn't he an Easterner?"
"No, he was a Slavic, a psychology expert from the former Soviet Union."