Harrison's head bowed slightly as he took it in. He was right. Gabe was feeding on the emotion. But not just any emotion. Negative emotions. Desperation, sadness, fear, loathing, dread. All of the things that pushed a person to taking their own life. Perhaps even the relief that came after. If they were talking flavors, he wondered if that served as something like an after dinner mint to a meal that took a long time to prepare.

He lifted his head, impervious to the desperate hands on the glass, wondering what would happen if he'd left Gabe in there for long enough. It could be genuine hunger, in which case he would slowly waste away. Or it could be merely a fix. Something that would nearly destroy him with its absence until it wasn't unbearable any longer.

"If that is what you need, then what makes you think I could ever trust you? I let you out, you get what you need for everyone around you. I cannot have my staff subjected to suicidal tendencies. Not with our line of work."