Tredding over to the bulletin board, Cloud avoided garnering any angered attention and began to pick through the many leaflets of paperwork. He was, at first, looking for one that he could write on but also looking through the new notes for something that caught his attention. Nothing did, so he picked out a piece of paper to write on and looked back at Diva.

"Well... I was told that the guests were a way for the doctors to make life here more difficult and to force the patients to assimilate to the institute's way of thinking," he murmured. He remembered clearly meeting with his mother, a woman who he had known was long dead. "They want to pain us with things we cannot have..."

He looked to Diva for a moment before considering what he should write. He flipped through a few slips of paper. "Well... I do not think that was the reason for my name." Everyone did seem to think that way. "What exactly do you wish me to ask?"