"You're not trying to help me, you're trying to play headgames with me. I know men like you, you act like you care but you don't," With a long exhale, he bit back his anger because he knew he was prone to doing impulsive things. Like executing his new friend over a small argument. It was exactly what he'd done before, split decisions that only served to isolate him. Like when he exhaled his wife, boy did he regret that.

"It doesn't make me feel better because I feel fine as it is," Marcus insisted as he climbed back onto the bed and lay there, clearly not pleased by this doctors company any longer. Maybe he should just send him off to the prisons to rot. Get infected and die slowly for being such a boring pitying creature. "But you do belong like this. I feel that in my bones. You, John, are not the kind of man who should be without a master."