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It was at this point, even so early on, that Doc realized his approach wasn't working. Calm, understanding, etc, just wasn't working. It didn't help him that he wasn't a trained therapist. He couldn't consult his team via comm now, not in her state. Her rage did, however, begin sparking his own past. Death and loss, both of which he had been on the giving and receiving end of on too many occasions. He needed to get through, he couldn't let her go on like this. He HAD to do something.....something he really didn't want to do. Only a time or two before as a physician did he ever do something unethical. Looking out the window, he knew she had no where to run and even if she tried, it was a long way to anywhere and she would most certainly freeze to death first. Hiding? Not in his estate! He knew it like the back of his hand. Removing his glasses and putting them on the table, he did the unthinkable, he met her anger with his own.
"We can never forget the past!" he blasted. "We can try but we will fail in doing so! It stays with you like luggage, like the skin on your body! The memories stay with you, they become you......" He backed off just a little but was still forceful, "......and the only thing we can do with them is to come to terms with them and to live with them and therefore learn from them. Deny it all you want."
In his mind, he had just failed. He lost his kool. Standing up, he put his hands in his pockets and stood by the fireplace, looking up at the old rifle displayed over the hearth.
"There was a time I just didn't care," he stated, "a time where I was a dying man and had nothing to lose. It made me dangerous and I used it in the wrong way. I used that later to build an enterprise, one that would help people, no matter their problems, no matter who they were, where they came from or what side of the law they walked. Using my past, I learned how wrong killing was. That was my lesson and Med Force Enterprises was my redemption."
He turned back to her, still standing, his hands still in his pockets, "As I said earlier, I put this and my diplomatic en devours before my family. Now my late wife is deceased and my children making their own. I seldom see them. Yes, it's been a heavy price. I didn't directly kill Midori but my actions led to it so, I guess that makes me responsible.....and I continue to help those in need."
Feeling defeated, he sat back down. "If you want, I'll arrange for a regular psychologist to help you. I'm sorry, I thought I could do this."
