"You haven't? Right." Mello scoffed in disbelief. "Fuck off." He was healed for the day. He could say that now.

So, according to Sephiroth, taking away his personal freedoms, even the simplest choices of when to eat and such, none of that was 'drastic'? The thought made Mello's stomach turn. He didn't want to find out what he really meant-- but, unfortunately, was aware that he probably would.