“Don’t make you the bad guy?” Ivan was grinding his teeth, trying his best not to explode. “Says the fucking guy that let’s this institution butter his bread. You work for them. You’re a part in this, so you don’t get to just turn a fucking blind eye because you aren’t the big dog. Don’t worry, I’ve enough frustration to spread around. If we had similar principles you wouldn’t be here so do not give me that I’m not as bad as the rest moral high ground bullshit. You probably have some sweet little omega at home, brainwashed same as all the rest.” Ivan pressed his knuckles to his lips, trying to keep himself in check. Calm down. Not insult this man’s character, though it was trying when he spit out statements like ‘don’t make me the bad guy’.<br/><br/>"I managed my heats just fine before. Expected things would happen naturally, the way they were supposed to. You know, gravitate towards someone I might actually like. Maybe you don't though. Maybe they just plugged in a number on their computer and assigned someone to you. How fucking romantic." Ivan was wondering how he could sit there so calm behind his clipboard and expect Ivan to accept that any of this was okay. It was one thing to resolve himself to it, a whole other thing to smile and nod. Keep quiet. He was cooperating, albeit forcibly, but that was probably as good as they were going to get.<br/><br/>Adrian did give him a bit of advice that Ivan took to heart. Gave him his full attention when he leaned forward, looking serious. He wasn’t sure what occurred if he failed the reevaluation but he took a shot in the dark and guessed he probably didn’t want to find out.<br/><br/>“I imagine you’ve seen a whole manner of things here I want nothing to do with.” Ivan had to wonder where the compromise was. How he could get through this and come out somewhat sane. “Now, you going to tell me what the fuck the point in this has been? Are we done? What’s next?”