While that was an evasive answer if he'd ever heard one, and somewhat frustrating if only because Wilson was basically trying to get blood from a stone at this point, he still saw an opening that he could build on.

Maybe he actually was getting the hang of dealing with mental patients, since he got the feeling he was better at this than he'd been when he'd first started a month or so ago. He didn't know if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he couldn't dwell on it too much at the moment.

"It doesn't matter what you think or feel?" he echoed as a frown wrinkled his face. "Why would you say that? Why do you think you don't matter?" That already hinted at some problems with self-worth, and depending on how severe those were, Wilson could understand why Mr. Watanabe might have ended up here.