"Well, to be fair, you've been put in a compromising, stressful situation. You've been separated from your weapons for a good amount of time, for instance, and I've gathered that those are meaningful to you. In ways beyond just being your favourite tools of war."

The doctor jots a few notes and then sets aside the notepad so he can lean his elbows on his desk, hands folding together. "What makes you believe you're inherently cruel, Harrowheart?"