The Ishbalan hated the feeling of being out of control. Of not knowing. If this place really was what both this man and Lust had described, it made him feel small. Small and pathetic. He stewed on that for a minute, anger building up inside him. They were just power hungry bastards, letting them run around like animals until they got bored. Then they were... brainwashed, it seemed, and sent away to God knows where.

"People must get hurt at night. This is a hospital. Do they treat you? Or just let you die?" It was a question, but it came out more like a statement. Or a demand. He wasn't angry with this man. He was just... angry.

Though that certainly wasn't anything new.