Benjamin looked at Ray, maybe it had been an insenstive question, but that hadn't been his intention. He decided he would ask Marc about it. 
"I was," Benjamin answered the question, shrugging slightly. "Too bad no-one could help me fight the recommendation to be put in this place. The psychiatrist I was first sent to, because I saw things no-one else could, was quick to say that this place would be the best for me. I refused, but it was decided since I'm the delusional one I couldn't decide for myself. Sadly, my parents thought this really would help me." He put some beans in his mouth. "Honestly, they're good people, but like everyone else, they don't believe in ghosts. Plus, the psychiatrist had a silver tongue, he was able to take away any doubt my parents had and grossly exaggerated my condition. Even when my father carefully opted for looking around for mental hospitals and pick one that suited me, he was able to persuade them this was the best place he knew."

Geoffry didn't answer the question, he shook his head and muttered things about dogs and bullets and roses. Wherever he was in his mind, he didn't seem to be grounded in the present.