Just barging in and making demands, huh? Frankly, Kyousuke couldn't see the sense in it. They didn't have any leverage to begin with, and he had his reservations about the deceptive sort of simplicity it held. A single man in the same building with dozens of rightfully angry patients? He'd be surprised if there hadn't already been several attempts at doing a lot more than just talking to the man. ... If shutting this place down was that easy, it wouldn't be a problem to begin with.

"Nobody said anything about not doing anything," he responded sharply. As if he was about to be stuck here forever. "I'm just saying to use your head a little more. Things don't always work out a certain way just because you want them to." Though he somehow doubted saying that would do any good.

The rest just left Kyousuke bewildered. Did he really want to believe in the staff just because they were being amicable? Not even Tenma was that naive. Not to mention, keeping them confined spoke for itself. Actions rang much more clearly than words, if you asked him. But maybe the other boy simply had trouble accepting what wasn't normal to him, or maybe he was the kind who had to see for himself. Whatever the case, it couldn't last long.

"... You'll see," Kyousuke shrugged. "The Head Doctor isn't the person you've been hearing over the intercom. When they stop keeping up appearances, he lets his true colors show clearly enough." He could elaborate, but there was really no point. It would be easier for this guy to hear it for himself. Whether he chose to believe it or not before then wasn't Kyousuke's problem.