That was something that Roland was both intrigued and surprised by- how ephemeral Ginji's emotions were, and how quickly he could change his thoughts in mid-stream. Roland preferred finishing his thoughts before moving on... much to the dismay of those who had to endure his expositions. But they were learning a great deal as a result, so who could hold that against him, anyway?
"My arm should be better by tonight, yeah. Just a little sore; as long as the nurses don't get it into their heads to mess around with it, I'll be fine." Which was something that Roland was rather surprised by, to be honest; he'd expected the staff to be much more hands-on with their work and with their medications. Just leaving the patients alone wasn't exactly standard procedure for psychologists. And letting the patients stay together, so what valid psychosis's or delusions would feed off each other, was also rather against what Roland would have expected. Then again, this place wasn't to make them better. Despite the light of 'God' and the greenery outside.
Finished with that thought, he turned to Ginji with an amused expression. Since when had he seen anyone so happy to eat normal food? Sure, the demon side was always happy to gorge itself on whatever living meat might be nearby, but real food? It was interesting to see, that was for sure. "At least we're fed well here," he offered in response... though he still felt a twinge of guilt. Even Indra was well-fed here. As Ginji should have remembered, had he not blanked out for some reason. Still, that worked out well in Roland's favor.
And on that topic... "I'm getting worried," he said with a tone of mixed amusement and concern, "it seems like your memory is rather fickle. But perhaps it's for the best that you don't remember."
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"My arm should be better by tonight, yeah. Just a little sore; as long as the nurses don't get it into their heads to mess around with it, I'll be fine." Which was something that Roland was rather surprised by, to be honest; he'd expected the staff to be much more hands-on with their work and with their medications. Just leaving the patients alone wasn't exactly standard procedure for psychologists. And letting the patients stay together, so what valid psychosis's or delusions would feed off each other, was also rather against what Roland would have expected. Then again, this place wasn't to make them better. Despite the light of 'God' and the greenery outside.
Finished with that thought, he turned to Ginji with an amused expression. Since when had he seen anyone so happy to eat normal food? Sure, the demon side was always happy to gorge itself on whatever living meat might be nearby, but real food? It was interesting to see, that was for sure. "At least we're fed well here," he offered in response... though he still felt a twinge of guilt. Even Indra was well-fed here. As Ginji should have remembered, had he not blanked out for some reason. Still, that worked out well in Roland's favor.
And on that topic... "I'm getting worried," he said with a tone of mixed amusement and concern, "it seems like your memory is rather fickle. But perhaps it's for the best that you don't remember."