"Ah, my favorite person," He remarks dryly once you step into the room, eyeing your form subtly as he lazes on the stiff mattress. "Here for another nice little chat?" Donnie hates the mental health conversations, the idiotic questions going back and forth. Whether he will or will not murder another person, how was breakfast; it was all the same to him.

He finds you tolerable, though; you don't treat him like an animal. Still, he longs for escape, and will do anything to achieve it.