Hm. [Hiyori puts the pill on the saucer. Then starts swirling around with his fingertip. He's making it look like the ticking hand on a clock, rhythmically.] That's a good question. Maybe I really should try and see whether my survival instincts stop me from drowning. I'm sure that would make Queen Ambrosine happy.

[He looks up at McBurn.]

I definitely don't remember how to enjoy swimming. But supposedly our own possessions have fancy propaganda powers that make you want to do stupid things again instead of work.