He looked at the man who was talking to him and sighed. Ian knew he never was aware of the sickness before he first visited a doctor. In addition to that, he wouldn't remember quite much. But instead of denying anything at first, Ian began, talking with a bit quieter voice.
"It's not like I would care more about my own health, than about those in Liberty...anyway. The only thing I know about this disease is, that I probably already had it in my very young years. Also...I first noticed it when I went to a doctor on Manhattan, who confirmed strange...'matter' in my cells. He said the virus would be inactive...some kind of sleeping. However...it would begin to tear apart my body around the 30th till 35th age."
He looked away, shaking his head, then turned away, putting his hand on the hull of his Eagle.
"There isn't more to know about it...that's all I have...and I don't know if it will do any good..."
