input: Text: (A) His laughs suggest he enjoys violence, but really they are a cry for help. (B) His real feelings about violence are the opposite of anything comical. He takes his job with the state very seriously. (C) His real feelings about violence are the opposite of what his maniacal laugh suggests. It turns out he isn’t a heartless killer. (D) Wayne’s laughing suggests that he is always in control, when in reality it is actually his mother and Red who know the truth about the world. THE RECRUIT BY BRYCE WALTON It was dirty work, but it would make him a man. And kids had a right to grow up—some of them! Wayne, unseen, sneered down from the head of the stairs. The old man with his thick neck, thick cigar, evening highball, potgut and bald head without a brain in it. His slim mother with nervously polite smiles and voice fluttering, assuring the old man by her frailty that he was big in the world. They were squareheads one and all, marking moron time in a gray dream. Man, was he glad to break out. The old man said, "He'll be okay. Let him alone." "But he won't eat. Just lies there all the time." "Hell," the old man said. "Sixteen's a bad time. School over, waiting for the draft and all. He's in between. It's rough." Mother clasped her forearms and shook her head once slowly. "We got to let him go, Eva. It's a dangerous time. You got to remember about all these dangerous repressed impulses piling up with nowhere to go, like they say. You read the books." "But he's unhappy." "Are we specialists? That's the Youth Board's headache, ain't it? What do we know about adolescent trauma and like that? Now get dressed or we'll be late." Wayne watched
  Question: What is ironic about Wayne’s laughing in the face of violence?—First when he leaves his parents house and again when he chases Red. 
  Answer:
output: His real feelings about violence are the opposite of what his maniacal laugh suggests. It turns out he isn’t a heartless killer.