It was slow around the infirmary, not a lot of hunters going out and bringing back an endless supply of injuries. At the moment there was only one with a broken leg and a few others with the typical bruising, cuts and the occasional sprain. Instead Matt was busy flipping through a couple of folders, some of them were older, and likely belonged to hunters that were no long around Deus. There was one document he noticed, something about a psych evaluation, not that they did much of any psych evaluations anymore. If you were at Deus there was a likely chance that you were somewhat off your rocker to start with.

“Let’s see.” Matt pulled up the question sheet; it had the questions at the top with a few lines below it, which was little to no surprise to him. It was more or less likely that some sort of aid around the infirmary had filled it out and merely put down the quickest answer. Question number one was, “If you wanted to buy a firearm, what purpose would it be for.” Dumb, Matt thought, of course it was for the reason to shoot something. Regardless if it was human or not it was obvious that the end goal was going to be shooting it and more in likely killing something, or at the utmost making sure whatever it was beyond dead. Next question was, “Would you do humanitarian work? If so what would it be?” He laughed a little, wasn’t Deus enough humanitarian work, or just being stuck having to ask patients such stupid questions count? Maybe if he hadn’t joined Deus he would have done something, maybe did a few hours in free clinic, or help out in one of the wards to free. Now the thought was nothing more than an extra chore on top of the already work.

“Next.” Matt flipped through to another one, “Do you have phobias?” No. “Do you find yourself behaving differently around other hunters? If so why?” He paused looking at the question a few times, there were a few, he found himself to be more friendly with female hunters however there was the sinking notion that most of them were beyond insane. The scar on his chest proved that it was hard to trust any of them; maybe it was why he was so open to keeping a hold of the nice guy appearance. Wasn’t there some sort of saying about keeping your friends close but your enemies even closer? Maybe he was just bored in general and on occasion didn’t mind chatting to one. The more he thought about the more the question made him feel uncomfortable, like recalling a memory he didn’t really want to think about.

“Do you consider yourself a good person?” Matt laughed for a few minutes, no. He was no where near being a good person, if nothing more he wished he could have just murdered the whole lot of Halloween beast and be done with it. Anyone who wanted to do that wasn’t a good person, it didn’t really matter if they were human or not or if he was just merely slaughtering a herd of cattle. Matt had come to the conclusion a long time ago that he was really no better than them. The only real difference was he wasn’t trying to take over their realm to start with, it was merely a job of stopping them and returning the favor they had gifted him. Revenge on all of them only really mattered to him anymore, it wasn’t saving the world just revenge.

“What do you do to boost your confidence?” Boobs, was Matt first thought to the question but it was more or less the confidence in pleasure. Winning might have been a better one, but boobs seemed more fun.

“Are you aware of any mental health issues?” No. If he had any it wouldn’t matter anymore anyways.

“How do you cope with grief when you lose one of your comrades? Get revenge was the obvious answer. There was no more energy to really waste on crying anymore, just easy to give payback.

“What sorts of situations do you find that you avoid the most?” People, Matt wanted to say but considering that he was sitting in the middle of the infirmary that didn’t seem to be the correct way of saying it. It was more or less he wanted to avoid situations where people knew who he was. It was ok for them to think of him as a Doctor, or a friend they could lean on but anything that involved any real deep secrets of him, he didn’t want. He didn’t really want to talk about himself; he didn’t want other to know who he really was or what he was really like. He wanted to more or less be no one.

There were a few more questions but most of them were rather dumb, there was little doubt in Matt’s mind of why they had stopped asking it. Truth be told if he had to go through he was likely to lie on most of it so it was probably a good thing.