Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?
"Welcome to the clinic, Lady Savan." The psychologist walked along with the female Sith through the halls of the mental asylum. Circe had come here looking for a particular type of person to experiment on. "What sort of patient are you looking for today?"
"Well..." She stroked her chin cautiously, not entirely sure herself. "Do you have anyone who believes his-or-herself to be stuck in the wrong world? You know... Someone who's so out of touch with reality that they'll do anything to escape it? I need that sort of person for my next treatment attempt. Would you happen to have anyone here interested in participating in such a therapeutic study?"
"There is one..."
@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]
"Well..." She stroked her chin cautiously, not entirely sure herself. "Do you have anyone who believes his-or-herself to be stuck in the wrong world? You know... Someone who's so out of touch with reality that they'll do anything to escape it? I need that sort of person for my next treatment attempt. Would you happen to have anyone here interested in participating in such a therapeutic study?"
"There is one..."
@[member="Vanessa Nacht Seele"]