"The mes don't want to die, right? And they get back to functional fast enough to gracefully stitch Elf politics back together and I think the massacres later are unrelated. Maybe he'll be okay."

"...we haven't actually met a you who's been through Angband. They might not disclose suicidal inclinations to their biographers."

"And they do kill themselves, eventually, and if they're soul-Elves killing themselves doesn't even really help..."

Back downstairs.

"Yep."

Cam periodically conjures the plate. The food on it disappears after a couple minutes.

"That's promising."

"Yeah, let's go make sure it hasn't been a week and he's not starving."

Back upstairs. He grabs Veritaserum.

New Bell appears to have rolled over under his own power, cleaned his plate, and not touched the little notebook or the optional lethal poison.

He looks to Cam.

Cam sits.

"Hey," he says. "You up to talking?"

"You up to indicating that you're listening in any way?"

"Are you up to resisting force-feeding of magical truth drugs, 'cause that's next."

Sigh.

"There's a dosage that just means he couldn't lie to us, which isn't helpful, there's 'will volunteer true information in response to questions', and there's 'will volunteer all true potentially relevant information in response to questions' -"

"Second thing, we can try the third thing if he's in any condition to be evasive."

He measures out two drops. "Is he likely to fight me because it's supply-constrained by having to open Hazel's door again -"

"...I don't think so but we're only doing this at all because I'm confused about how he ticks."

"I'm going to stun you and then wake you up," he tells new Bell, "Stupefy."

Potion.

"Enervate."

"- Timothy how long does it last -"

"Hour or so, why?"

"Wanted to know how aggressively to prioritize. What's your name?"