Sephiroth: *gets up, picking up the glass of medicine to drink. He recoils slightly at the awful taste, but downs the glass anyway and lies back down on his bed* *”Ah yes, they’ll let me keep books. But nothing sharp that I can smash and hurt myself on or inflict self injury. Even the plates they feed me with are made out of some stupid plastic that makes soft edges when it breaks.”* *snorts*
Physician: *finishes typing up his report and walks out of his office, knocking on Kerash’s door*