"I will mention that people don't treat you like a person, as they should," Marc said, "but I can't do much more than that. I can't prove it and I certainly can't tell a psychiatrist to take action. She outranks me. But I will bring it up, I promise."

At least they would see each other the next day. That was nice; they didn't have to work together. But her being a patient did complicate things. Wasn't he supposed to keep a professional distance with the patients? He decided it didn't matter and he wouldn't bring that up. They hadn't walked far from the car; they soon passed the place where they had gamed and then the tea-room where he had bought that book for Sara.

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Benjamin nodded. "I'm not an expert, really, but it sounds like they are drugging her and her mental state affects how you can function. As if she needs to be aware of you in order to have a form." At least he understood now why Dia had reacted like that; she had been in the same state as Ari.

He felt something on his shoulder and looked to the side, surprised to see Ari leaning on it. She had barely any weight, not more than a piece of clothing, but he [i]felt[/i] her. "Ari, why aren't you going through me?" he asked.