... Sick? That made him think of the illness going around that Sora had told him about. But this guy didn't look nearly as bad off as he had, and didn't seem to think anything was wrong with him. ... Good. That was one less concern.
"That's just a farce," he said seriously. "The people here are more like prisoners than patients." He furrowed his brow and looked away for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. How was he supposed to explain something he knew so little about and barely understood himself? Most of his knowledge was vague, and didn't offer much by way of explanation. But still, a start was better than nothing at all.
"During the day, it's like this. They keep you here by a different name, and pretend you're insane. Arguing with them is a waste of time; they'll just say you're unstable. It easier to act at night, because you can go wherever you want, but it's not that simple. There's monsters in the halls, and they could kill you.
"... But it's not just them. The other night, I was attacked by another patient. From the sound of things, they weren't doing it willingly; they'd been brainwashed. You'll probably get attacked if you try to use one of the exits, but I've heard even if do get past, you'll only wake up in bed again in the morning."
He clenched his fists and looked down, disgust and contempt coursing through him. Honestly, he didn't know if everything he was saying was true, but he'd seen enough to believe everything he'd heard. And, whether this guy believed him or not, he was sure he'd eventually see it, too. The thought was unsettling. How many people here dealing with this, and for what reason? ... No, the reason didn't matter. It wouldn't redeem anything about this place.
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"That's just a farce," he said seriously. "The people here are more like prisoners than patients." He furrowed his brow and looked away for a moment, trying to collect his thoughts. How was he supposed to explain something he knew so little about and barely understood himself? Most of his knowledge was vague, and didn't offer much by way of explanation. But still, a start was better than nothing at all.
"During the day, it's like this. They keep you here by a different name, and pretend you're insane. Arguing with them is a waste of time; they'll just say you're unstable. It easier to act at night, because you can go wherever you want, but it's not that simple. There's monsters in the halls, and they could kill you.
"... But it's not just them. The other night, I was attacked by another patient. From the sound of things, they weren't doing it willingly; they'd been brainwashed. You'll probably get attacked if you try to use one of the exits, but I've heard even if do get past, you'll only wake up in bed again in the morning."
He clenched his fists and looked down, disgust and contempt coursing through him. Honestly, he didn't know if everything he was saying was true, but he'd seen enough to believe everything he'd heard. And, whether this guy believed him or not, he was sure he'd eventually see it, too. The thought was unsettling. How many people here dealing with this, and for what reason? ... No, the reason didn't matter. It wouldn't redeem anything about this place.