Well. He thought it was going well. He learned something important about Matilda, watching her carefully for a long while after she stands up for herself. There is the tiniest hint of respect in his expression all of a sudden! Garrot at least has the sense to be curious, even if he has to do it in the least constructive, most stubborn way. The wizard goes and says an interesting thing even! It's the first time she's hinted at any kind of improvement, and he wants very badly to ask her about it.

Instead, there's Haizea, and he slams his fist down on the table, hissing at her this time instead of Garrot. "Mass euthanasia is bad, but it's just fine if other people's children die on the altar of the world for yours?"

He jerks suddenly to his feet, too angry to be able to sit anymore. He honestly can't even look at her, turning his eyes onto Garrot instead, pointing suddenly, sharply at him. "It's not life support. Life support has no living cost. This is bringing a dozen people a year and cutting a random samplings' throats over a dying body."

He yanks his attention off the doctor specifically, scanning over the group of them, his eyes holding on Matilda briefly, wondering how she'll do against his intensity. Either way, his gaze settles on the wizard.

"Seeing what she has to say doesn't bring us any closer or further from the world ending, but you," hey Haizea, he's on you again, drawing the silhouette of her out with his claw, "You are broken if you can't see past the people nearest to you enough to even try."