[Damnit, don't tempt him. He doesn't want or need a relapse after going through that whole ordeal when he first came here. Gin's throat tightens and it takes him a moment to switch his gaze from the offered cigarette to Shizuo's face. He gives him a steady glare.]

... no, it isn't. [The glare breaks and he sighs.] Think. The scientists are the ones running this joint and everything in it, including the Hospital. If this is their doing— and it most likely is— it's not going to last any shorter than they want it to. It's worthless. A waste of time.