The mask is magic. It's always done its own thing, but Rorschach had been quick to notice that it tended to change more quickly when his mood switches. It wasn't supposed to react that way, but he'd never fully asked the witch who gave it him exactly all the details of what she'd enchanted it with.

Rorschach shrugs. Ghouls was a rude little bugger, wasn't he? But he'd been far worse in life.

The question makes him pause. He has to think hard, going back through the years. "1985."