[ Hidetoshi did not need Sephiroth to be reminded of that. He hated it; the disgusting loss of autonomy, the inability to control his surroundings, the constant knowledge which hovered in the back of his mind that this possibly could and probably had been done to himself at any time, him none the wiser... The teenager loathed it with all of himself. It wasn't that he had anything against menial labor; but to be engaged in those sort of tasks against his will when retrieval units could do just as well really felt like Jason and Ruana were simply rubbing salt into the sore wound.

He grimaces in agreement before changing that grimace to just a mildly sour frown. Hidetoshi watched as Sephiroth blinked, looking away. The teenager shuffled his papers back into order. Quietly, feeling so so tired of the Tower and its shit: ]

Anything involving the administrators tends to be. [ Back to a more business-like tone of voice: ]

Only a few. A friend of mine, Minato's, others from the meeting... Not enough accounts to serve as reliable evidence, frankly, but enough to paint an unsettling picture.