[He can't help but grit his teeth as he reads this - he doesn't know why, but seeing all of this irritates him terribly, like it's pressing up against some sore spot he didn't even know he had. People used as nothing but disposable experiment subjects, so easily tossed aside once their data was collected...]

[He shudders, fingers digging into the side of his face. He had started to think less of the staff once certain things were revealed, but now his hatred of them rises back up in his throat like bitter, acrid bile.]

This is sick. [He says, with more emotion than he's meaning to let on.] That last paragraph is a lie, Judy told me so. We agreed to be here, but we didn't agree to be part of this...this deadly farce.