On the willows there, we hung up our lyres

Gideon nods. "It's, like, on-going. Puts her in this happy go lucky daze where she can't take anything seriously and starts thinking hotness is the end all be all of being a good person." She shakes her head. "Her Evil Twin had it way worse. It was like she could never stop being angry and superior, and the instant she thought normal people might be, like, worthy of basic respect she'd hurt herself to make herself stop. She, uh. She called it being icy."