Lee's answer suggested that he had, at the very least, conducted basic reconnaissance and managed to scrape together an overall picture of the Institute, which was more than Sasuke could have said for other Konoha-nin who had been here before. He could remember -- remembering them in the morning, and then putting the memory away with the understanding that there was little point in thinking on things that were gone.

And now here one was. Maybe Konoha had perfected a jutsu wherein thinking about it often enough resulted, inevitably, in one of its shinobi showing up and needing to be given the same unchanging details over and over.

"We are in a place that is not in our own world," Sasuke said after a moment of deciding where to start. In order from least to most believable seemed as good as any. "Landel is not the only one who has power in this place, but the others are scattered and unorganised.

"The 'troubles' at night are anything from hallucinations to attack by monsters." Monsters: such a childish word, but there was no other way to describe it. Hallucinations, monsters, and a host of other things that would take too long to tell -- a host, and then sometimes a death-match. "Sometimes the Institute takes patients for experiments."

Sasuke made a gesture that could have meant his eyes or encompassed his body entirely, too casual to be entirely uncaring. "My eyes were one such experiment."