Vincent sat with her, his leg beginning to throb painfully from the bites. Talking about this wasn't something he'd planned on doing after Cid's reaction, but she needed to know not only about Cloud but what this place did to people.

"A few other people had it happen to them as well. It's why Barret is in that wheelchair." Torn to shreds by a little girl. "Every few nights a few patients are under this place's control, and I don't think it's preventeable..."

He drew one leg up on the couch, resting his head broodily in his arms. "But everyone else was ordered not to kill."