[He enters, closes the door behind him. Everything is clear and bright in his ironlines, almost too bright.]
I'll answer questions.
[Quietly. He's - behaving. He hates himself for it. But questions are better than experiments, and he'll surrender himself to this strange thing's curiosity if it means not having to dismember any of his friends.]
[spam]
I'll answer questions.
[Quietly. He's - behaving. He hates himself for it. But questions are better than experiments, and he'll surrender himself to this strange thing's curiosity if it means not having to dismember any of his friends.]