Ryan was speechless, you are the one that forced me to it and now you are pushing that blame on me, how dare you! He glanced outside and realized that the night had already come to an end ushering a new day. Turning his gaze to where Gwent was, the guy was now curling up on his bed like a foetus after dancing the entire night. His back was facing them and he was staring at the opposite side not wanting them to see his dejected expression as he didn't want anything to do with them. The loquacious Gwent was now quite like a moving moon, he didn't have anything to say as those pictures from the night kept popping up in his mind making him shudder at the thought of all that experience. Ryan felt pity for the guy in that unstable condition of his, he was still forced to dance the entire night. This place was truly strange and evil, they can't even spare a patient.