As she finishes covering Avalon, Ruka wanders to the bathroom with purpose, poking around until she can find a small towel. She'll apologize to Avalon later for rifling through his things, but for now she returns to hand it wordlessly over to Hakkai.

She looks at the covered lump and then glances away, rubbing her arm to self-soothe. "At the sanatorium people died all the time. Most of the time they took their own lives instead of letting the disease grow more. Or they'd fall from the top of the buildings trying to get up to the moon."

She kneels down to fuss over the blanket, not sure what happens to the body after it dies here.

"There was a little girl, a patient like us... She was obsessed with collecting specific things, like a lot of other patients. For her, she collected 'beautiful things' but for her, 'beautiful things' were injured and broken people. She considered them dolls and liked to hurt others. The doctors let her do what she wanted, so she hurt people often. She killed Madoka's canary one. She cut its head off with scissors. She liked attacking with those scissors most of all.

Apparently she didn't like me much though, so she left me alone. She said I was 'too broken to break any further' so it was no fun for her to try."

She's babbling, she's aware. She thinks she must have dealt with it before, to be like this now. Or maybe she's just in shock. What is one supposed to do in a situation like this? She'd never been involved in the clean-up or anything like that.

She rests her forearms on her knees, staring at the blanket. "What am I supposed to do now? Do I... reach out to the Admiral?"