Now there was a question that he did not wish to answer, but he supposed that he had brought it on himself by being honest. He doubted that stating he was thinking about how to escape this place would go down very well. He did not wish to be placed under harsh treatment because he did not feel as if he belonged here or that he was entertaining a considerable amount of his time staring at walls that had once seemed an easy feat to jump.

After a long moment of silence, Cloud flicked his eyes back towards the doctor. He did not think that he had said anything interesting enough to warrant actual notes on. Perhaps exercising for the purpose of keeping busy was odd for mental patients? He could not remember any time of hearing of such things.

Finally, he decided that some measure of honesty would not harm him. "From thinking too much," he said softly. "I have been told by friends it will get me into trouble or..." he trailed off, not really wanting to admit that he suffered from bouts of depression. That might warrant medication. Still, he had left it open, and the doctor was bound to pick up on it.

Was he just being suspicious? Maybe his tainted view of doctors was going to put him in some trouble. "If I think too much, I might get depressed," he finally admitted, his lips downturning into a deep frown.