B#2 #3

 Start of Day Six at ██████████████.

It's nice to work in the company of others every now and then; as most of our jobs are independent for a reason. An unknown number of people all working under different names, but all under the same organization for the same goal. Whatever S#00 is, our superiors treat it with utmost importance.

The patient displayed symptoms of mania and bipolar disorder, often rapidly changing his mood and tone; we are unsure if this is caused by the patient's experiences with S#00, or if they had it before. Initial attempts at conversation was met with rejection through silence, even when he seemed to be in high spirits moments beforehand. It was a difficult position to be in. We wanted to help this patient, but we was holding him like a prisoner, stuck in a dull gray room with nothing but a crude bed and some books to pass the time. It will be hard to gain the trust of a patient that thinks we're oppressors.

How long did we intend on keeping a human guinea pig trapped for our own use? My opinion on the matter meant nothing, but I wasn't very happy with the work we was doing here. Yes, it was necessary. Yes, we couldn't pass up the opportunity. Yes, the patient is safer here than out there, however, surely there is a better way than this?

B#2 #2

The patient was difficult to work with, even when it was just the act of conversation. It had seemed like their mind has reverted back to a more child-like state to cope with the pain they felt. Nonetheless, it was clear they didn't appreciate us borrowing them and keeping them confined to this building. We didn't treat them badly, but when the patient got less and less cooperative, all of us was starting to lose our patience. We needed to know as much as we could from this rare chance, as any information is good information if it is from S#00.