"Sebastian Haas." Listening to Griffin speak, he knew their disorder had a name, but couldn't remember it. Either way it didn't matter, the guy seemed nice enough for now. "My mentor put me in here, to try and help me calm down." his voice was a bit shaky, and he gave a small smile. He wasn't too happy with how it came off, and hoped there weren't questions about his friend. He knew they were considered a cult leader, but of course to him, that was ridiculous. What they practiced was perfectly controlled and sensible.