[For him to say it - that he doesn't have anything he wants to do or try - honestly does irritate Zero to some degree. Again, it's not as though that's especially surprising. Not by this point. Really, though, does Ichiru plan to lay around all day? Zero won't even ask.]
Yeah. It's like that. We're their experiments they love to watch suffer, and they don't care at all what we feel or think.
[The reply sharp, jaw a bit tight. There's less sarcasm than Ichiru's words.
Right, then.]
Is there anything you want?
[Food? Tea? Even while Zero doubted it, he had to at least ask.
In any case, he should change out of his shirt as well, as there's traces of blood. The smell doesn't affect him too much, even though it's nostalgic in not the more heartwarming of ways.]