No, England had quite given up on anyone 'knowing' anything by now. Either they were all idiots, or they were all lying, or perhaps a little of both. It wouldn't surprise him. The nurses were the worst. At least this man wasn't a bland silhouette in a uniform. It was cold comfort in any case. "When something happens to a member of my family, I like to know. But the nurses don't seem terribly concerned with doing anything to help the patients here at all. More with herding us around like we're small children." Really, was keeping them all entirely isolated the best way to 'cure' them? Surely grounding them in the supposedly real world would work much better.

He blinked at the question, lips drawing into a frown. How did he react? He'd lost his most valuable ally in this place. "It's an inconvenience," he replied, because he wasn't going to admit to anyone, even himself, if he felt anything more than that. "It's better if I know where he is." So the idiot didn't get himself into trouble.