Why us? Why now? Those were some of the questions all captives here probably asked themselves, but no one had any answers. Claude couldn't count how many times he'd asked himself why Landel felt this need to target his family, why he'd grabbed his parents from just before Claude's conception. Had he really done it for entertainment value? Or was there some other underlying purpose for it?

"I wish I knew," Claude sighed. "I mean, so far it's looking like they want to use us for something, but I'm not entirely sure what." Whatever it was, it had to be pretty involved if they felt like they needed to brainwash them for it. Or was brainwashing their way of weeding out people they didn't want to use?

To be honest, he hadn't considered talking to the staff about his dad before now. Normally he liked to leave messages and try to find out what happened for himself before turning to the staff for answers. But apparently Gilbert had gotten some clarification about a missing friend that way, and it'd been accurate enough.

"I'll ask about him after the shift is over," Claude said with a small nod. "Thanks for the suggestion."

He glanced down at the controller in his hands, trying to suppress a frown. The thought of losing Dad on top of everything else that had happened didn't sit well with Claude for a variety of reasons, but he knew it was a very real possibility. There wasn't much he could do about it until he talked to a nurse, though.

"So, stuff like this must be pretty new for you too, right?" he suddenly asked, changing the subject as he gestured to the console in front of them.