The title of this chapter comes from the song "Therapy" by All Time Low.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Come on, Hatori, you know that."

"I want to hear it from you."

"… Kyo Sohma."

"Can I ask you some questions, Kyo?"

"This is stupid."

"…."

"… I guess so, but I can't promise you any answers."

"That's alright. Let's walk through your daily routine."

"My daily routine? What routine? Go to sleep, wake up, eat, read, write, punch something, go back to sleep. That's my routine."

"What's the very first thing you do in the morning?"

"Whatever I feel like. It's not like a have a schedule."

"What do you usually feel like?"

"Crap."

"Okay."

"What do you keep writing over there? The scribbling of the pen is giving me a migraine."

"I doubt that."

"You're right. It's just irritating the hell out of me."

"You said you read. What do you usually read?"

"Whatever's left on the shelf of that hellhole. I'm almost done. I've gone through all the fiction, and I'm halfway through the nonfiction. There's nothing else to do in there."

"What's your favorite so far?"

"I don't know."

"What are some that you liked?"

"… I guess there was this one that kind of stood out."

"What was that?"

"I don't remember what it's called. It was about this guy – this spy – that could do anything. Like, literally, anything. He could sneak in and out of anywhere and no one would know. He could take down six guys at once. He was smart, too, a double-agent. This one time, he was facing the barrel of a gun, and he got away by playing mind games with the dude. It was pretty cool. Why are you smiling like that? Hey, what are you writing? Fine. Don't tell me. I'm sure I'll face the effects of whatever it is later."

"You also said you write. What do you write about?"

"I don't know."

"Kyo, I'm not going to tell anybody. This is completely between you and me."

"Not even Akito? Akito knows everything. At least, people tell him everything."

"I'll tell him the results I draw from this interview, but not specific answers."

"Whatever."

"You don't have to tell me, Kyo. But I think it would be beneficial for you if you did."

"And why's that?"

"Because with every detail, I'm able to make a more accurate conclusion. Although, your refusal is giving me plenty of information in itself…. Glare at me all you want, Kyo. It's not going to change anything."

"I just write whatever I'm thinking, I guess."

"I'm sorry, could you speak up a little?"

"I said, 'I just write whatever I'm thinking.' If you want me to expose my deepest, darkest secrets to you, the least you could do is listen up a bit. Geez."

"What do you usually think about?"

"Stuff."

"What kind of stuff?"

"Different stuff."

"Would you care to elaborate?

"Actually, I would very much care not to elaborate, if you don't mind. Hey, don't give me that look. You lock me up in an isolated room for three years by myself, and now you want to take away my privacy? That's messed up."

"We just talked about this, Kyo."

"Fine. I guess I mostly think about… the woods."

"The woods?"

"Don't look so surprised. That room is surrounded by trees. I think about what it would be like to touch one of them, trying to remember what it felt like. Rough, dry… brittle and strong at the same time, somehow. And the leaves. In the winter, when they're all dry and cracked on the ground, I imagine crushing one up and letting the pieces fall through my fingers. And in the spring and summer, when they're still attached to the trees, I imagine being able to feel those, too, all smooth and… I don't know, hydrated, maybe? I don't know. This is stupid."

"What else do you think about?"

"Stuff."

"Kyo."

"People, I guess."

"What kind of people?"

"What do you mean what kind of people? There are different types of people? I guess there are different groups of people, but types? People are just people. I guess. I mean, I don't know. I guess you could say that there are cursed people and not cursed people. Those would be different types. A separating line that neither can cross."

"What are you thinking about now, Kyo? You trailed off a little bit there… Kyo? Is there something you want to talk about?"

"No. Let' move on. What's the next question?"

o.O.o.O.o

Kisa sits on the floor outside the infirmary. She doesn't know why, but she just can't seem to leave. Sometimes Hiro comes to sit with her and talk, but he never mentions what she had to do two nights ago, save for once when he let her know that he was proud of her. Right now, Hatori is inside, giving Kyo an evaluation. She figures that he wants to make sure Kyo is alright enough, not only in body but in mind, to leave the infirmary… to reenter that room. Kisa isn't exactly sure how she feels about that. She never really relished in the thought of the Cat being locked up, never gave it much thought to begin with. It's simply one of those unspoken rules or traditions that would come to pass no matter how much she might think about it or even how much she might hate it – it would still happen. So she never mentions it and tries not to think about it, even as she herself and the rest of the Zodiac are locked up, too, in a way. They aren't kept in an isolated room, but they aren't allowed to leave Sohma House, and it's pretty much understood that she and everyone else should stay in the Chambers of the Zodiac.

Hatori has been in there for a long time. Kisa wonders what kinds of questions he's asking. Will he really be able to tell if Kyo is stable by asking a few questions? She's not sure she would be stable at all after going through everything that Kyo's been going through his whole life. As much as she hates what he did to himself, she doesn't blame him. She would want to die, too.

o.O.o.O.o

"Where did you get the knife?"

"Are you kidding me? The same way everything in that room makes its way inside. You gave it to me. It came with the cold steak and potatoes I had for dinner. It's a good thing I had that knife, too, or I never would have gotten that undercooked slab of meat small enough to eat. I was hungry… Hmph. You're not gonna give me knives with dinner anymore, are you?"

"I'm not going to lie to you, Kyo. Probably not. Ever."

"Well. I guess I'll just have to find some other way to get the job done, huh?"

"Is that a joke?"

"Maybe. Kind of. I don't know."

"Kyo. Please, answer me clearly and truthfully. When you inflicted those wounds on yourself, were you trying to die?"

"…I don't know."

"Kyo, please."

"I don't. I really don't know. I didn't plan it, really. It's not like I woke that morning and thought, 'Hey, I think I'm gonna kill myself today.' And it all happened so fast. I guess at some point, I was okay with dying. But really, I was just trying to distract myself."

"Distract yourself? From what?"

"From everything. From life. From my life before, my life my now, and whatever my life may become. Like it's gonna change at all."

"You know, Kyo, that's why people cut their wrists. They say the physical pain outweighs the emotional pain. But what you did was much more than that. All up and down your arms, your shoulders. Your torso will likely be scarred for the rest of your life. Look at yourself. You whole top half looks like a mummy."

"Not my head."

"And thank God for that."

"I don't know. Maybe subconsciously, I did want to die. Maybe I felt like that was the only escape from that place. Like that was the only way I would ever get out… Why are you looking at me like that? What, are you pitying me? I don't need your pity, Hatori."

"I know you don't. And I'm not giving it to you. I was just thinking."

"About what?"

"I'm the one who's supposed to be asking the questions here."

"Yeah. And I asked you one. The polite thing to do would be to answer it."

"I think we're done here. I have all I need. I want to keep you here for the next few days, if that's alright."

"Hey, before you go, Hatori, I wanted to ask… Can I go outside?"

"Are you kidding?"

"No, I don't mean outside, outside. I'm not stupid. I just mean, like, on the other side of this window. Can I go outside?"