This was the one time Weylyn had wished there were security cameras in the bathroom. He wanted to see how the Jester got in, how he seemed to know about the blackouts. How he knew Weylyn’s name.
He looked down at his hands. There was blood on his finger. Had he written the note?
No, he thought. That's impossible. I can't be-
Then he remembered the blackouts, and how often they happened. The Jester always appeared during Weylyn's blackouts.
He dipped his finger in his own blood, cringing at the pain. He then wrote a sloppy yes on the mirror.
He blacked out again. But this time was different. He could see what was happening. It was as if he was awake, but he wasn't in control. He saw himself wipe off the mirror, leaving it free of blood. He then saw himself take out his gun. He, or rather, the Jester, walked out of the bathroom.
In his mind,Weylyn looked behind him. He saw the Jester smiling at him with a wicked grin oh his face.
“Bates, put the gun away. You look like an idiot,” Rand said, a scowl on his face.
The Jester cocked his head, a terrifying grin on his face. He tried to point the gun at Rand, but Weylyn fought back.
In his mind, Weylyn ran towards the Jester in an attempt to sucker punch him. It didn't work out.
The Jester caught Weylyn's hand and twisted it. Weylyn cringed at the pain.
He wrenched his arm free and punched the Jester in the gut, which he followed with a blow to the head. The Jester was out cold.
It had taken all his power to stop the Jester from killing his friend, but he did it. He regained control. He quickly put the gun away and walked back to his desk.
He felt the Jester in his mind, and that psycho wanted out. Weylyn wouldn't let him. Never again.
