Slender hands on blue suit-jacket, straightening and brushing away lint. Long callused fingers smoothing brown hair and adjusting a hairclip.
Did they think he was blind?
Unaccustomed warmth in the voice when no one else should have been hearing. Soft sounds in the darkest hours of the night, when his bed was unaccountably cold.
Did they think he was stupid?
They were a danger to the experiment. Yes. The experiment had to be protected at all costs. That was the only matter of consequence here. It was only a matter of discovering the correct method to achieve the desired results. Time was limited; the experiment would shortly enter the next stage. At this point, the damage was reparable.
He picked up a materia, the surface gleaming like fresh blood. It would suffice, without endangering any other experiments. The data would be highly useful; President Shinra had expressed interest in the prospect, seeing it as a potential military breakthrough.
It only remained to him to find a way to do what was necessary to protect the experiment.