[... it's sickening. All of it.

If anything, past him might have seen it as pointless. Why waste resources holing up a bunch of people together and having them kill each other? The past him, steeped in darkness and entrenched in himself as he was, wouldn't have stopped to consider how objectively cruel it was, how inhumane, how utterly terrible. He got quite good at realizing which things might provoke useless emotions in him, and so he dismissed it before they had a chance to manifest.

For a moment, he has to look away, brow pinching briefly. After he's had a moment, he lets out an even breath and talks to Aiden.]

I'm sorry to hear that happened to you. Rest assured, there are no such expectations here. There hasn't been a murder since the first group arrived fourteen weeks ago.

[To Akechi, he speaks, his voice noticeably softer:]

Akechi, his arm.