"Now, Lag. Can you tell me what you saw?"
Silence filled the room as Lag stared at the ground, refusing to meet the gaze of the dark-haired psychologist.
"I need you to talk to me, Lag. I want to help you. Now can you tell me what you saw, Lag?"
Lag said nothing
"I understand that it must be shocking to lose someone close to you but you need to understand, Lag. You need to come to terms with reality."
"Lies." Lag finally spoke, the thick silence in the room was broken as pen scribbled against paper
Lag spoke
Lag said 'lies'
"What was a lie, Lag? Can you tell me?"
"Lies." Lag repeated, his voice dead and monotone. "You…are all liars."
Pen met paper again
Lag believes that staff is liars
"Why are we liars, Lag? I have told you nothing but the truth."
Lag said nothing
"Can you look at me, Lag?"
"Liars." Anger was in Lag's voice now, something that shocked the psychologist, Lag had not shown any signs of emotion since arrival, and frankly, this sudden outburst frightened the woman.
"You are all liars!" Lag screeched, standing abruptly. The woman psychologist backed up against the door, she dropped her pen and it rolled towards Lag's feet. Lag faltered and stared at the pen, before bending down and picking it up.
"Liar…" He whispered, before looking the psychologist woman dead in the eyes "I hate you. You lied to me. You lied to her as well. She hates liars. I'll kill you." Lag's voice croaked from the sudden use after such a long time, he began to stalk forward, clutching the pen. The psychologist began to panic
"N-no, Lag. I'm not a liar, I haven't lied to anyone. L-Let's talk about this, Lag. Sit down."
Lag took another step forward, and another, and another, until he was in front of the woman.
"You lied again." Lag spat, he raised the hand holding the pen and then slammed it into the woman's eye socket. The woman screamed, Lag ripped the pen from her eye and then slammed in back in again.
"Stop." Lag spat angrily each word as he stabbed the woman repeatedly with the pen "Lying. To. Me!"
The door to the cell was ripped open and the room was flooded with guards. Lag was restrained and stabbed in the side with a tazor. Lag's body met the floor. The sobbing psychologist woman was escorted to the medical ward. Lag glared at her as she left. A guard picked up Lag and locked a straightjacket around Lag, prying the bloody pen from his clenched fist. Lag smirked at the guard, his visible eye too wide and the blood speckled on his face made him look downright insane.
"She'll come for you too."