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He only sighed at her question, "What are you running from, Doctor Holiday?"
He paused to top off his glass, thinking of a good way to answer that question.
"I think the better question would be what is it that I'm wrestling with?" he responded. He then shrugged, "I never run nor have I ran from anything. What I HAVE," motioning towards her with his glass as he said have,..."been doing is questioning myself and wrestling with my own feelings these days. I consider myself a man of power not because of wealth or an ability to fight. No. Anyone can obtain wealth or fight like a crazed dog but few can save a life. That said, a lot of those I bandage up I see over and over due to endless fighting. I often wonder if what I do is worth it."
He took a couple of steps and turned back to her, "Just a few short weeks ago, a spent almost a month living on a remote area of Crete, wanting to help the Corsairs become more self sufficient for food. I sent out several transmissions to them and not one answered. After I ran out of supplies, I figured they just didn't care for what I was doing and left."
He was getting a bit upset as he took a drink from his glass, "In my quest to help others, to make a difference, to save lives and try for peaceful solutions, I lost my home, my wife, my kids, my laboratory, the clinic I built on Gran Canaria and I've all but abandoned the people of TAZ and I'm here in Cassini wanting to try again, appealing to those whom society had considered a scourge even if I don't see them as that."
He pounded the rest of his drink and as he went to slam the empty glass on the table, he stopped, taking a breath and gently putting it back down and then turning to Thing, "I'm sorry for my conduct but I figured you deserved a straight answer. As I said, for the short term, I have little to offer. In time, I figure that will change."
He turned back to the bar, opening a bottle of Coalition Vodka, offering Thing some as well.