"Seems like a lot of trouble to go through just to force some people to off 'em," He observed, brows knitted in confusion. It didn't make much sense to him to manufacture an entire false world just to dictate that some of the people inside should work for them. Weird, is all, very weird.

Seifer just nods, for once deciding on the tactful route of not asking for certainty as to whether or not that's the case when they're taken away. It's a question he doesn't have the energy for right now. Very likely no one here does.

"Great, so it's a lose lose. Play their game get fucked, don't play their game get fucked. Shit." What an awful circumstance. The only other option he could think of would be offing yourself, but that wasn't a good outcome either. "I hope you do," He says honestly. "That's fucked up, all of it. Maybe you can break the cycle." He can be hopeful for someone else.