No, no, it doesn't work if you realize you're miserable. [He sort of cackles, a little, like he's telling a particularly funny joke.] That'll just cloud up your hue and you'll have to go to therapy.

[Regular citizens didn't really think about the limitations placed on even them, most of the time. Like how nobody wanted to drink because of the potential for addiction, or how one had to be approved to pursue art or music.]

But nah, it was Senguji. He wasn't just some random nutbag, either. This guy was like, the chairman of a corporation. Gotta say, I wonder how the hell they handled that PR nightmare. I bet there were some fun board meetings after we filed our reports.