Asch nodded, slowly. "The...the faculty aren't around at night. Well, maybe they are, but I haven't heard about that. There's apparently monsters. I didn't see any, but I have several confirmed sightings of them. I have no reason not to believe them, really. There's..." he took a breath, thinking of how to continue, "They brainwash some patients at night and pit them against the rest of us. We met one such girl last night. She had a very strange weapon, but we were able to reason with her."

To his own ears, he sounded like any other soldier giving a report, and was disgusted with himself. Old habits died hard, maybe. He hadn't told the whole story - just the condensed version - and he still hadn't said everything he knew. He could not trust Van, he knew that. He kept reminding himself of it.

It was kind of easy, though, to want to. Even though he knew better, Van had this way of talking. He hadn't followed the Commandant for so long for absolutely no reason, after all.

He'd have to be careful.