Scar put down the supplies, giving up on finding anything useful. The nurses were too careful to not give them something that could actually be a weapon of any kind. He leaned back in his chair.

"There are some here whose sanity I have called into question."

Pretty much his... life? Scar wouldn't ask. He didn't really want to know.

"That is a fairly accurate summation of this place, though," he grumbled. It was. This was hell.