Marc stopped in front of the building and looked at the door. With the plants and the light colours the place looked like a good one. And he enjoyed working here. He turned to Sara. "Do you want me to walk with you to the desk?" he asked.
A part of him didn't want her to go inside; there she'd be a patient again. 

But after today she wouldn't be a patient much longer; she had shown to be in control of her mental illness and, as far as he was concerned, she was capable of living in the society. As long as she would take her medication of course. But in the end that was up to the psychiatrist; he didn't have the authority or the proper education to make any decision in that regard.

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Benjamin sat down on the bed as well. It was interesting to hear all that, not too hard to grasp either. If someone was willing to believe in spirits, which many people did not. 
"Maybe we should look for Dia," he said, checking the time. "We still have a little time before everyone has to be in their beds."
The almost prison-like lights out mentality was one of the many things he disliked about this place. Almost everything here felt like a prison.