[If he had more of a clear mind, then he would flatly agree with it. In his world, to sit around and wait for compassion is a fool's errand. It's almost guaranteed it will never happen. One must follow their own flow.]

[But here and now, a part of him laments. Oh, doctor. Oh, Daan. It's not fair. It's not fair at all. Can't the world be kind to you?]

[...Ugh. What kind of senseless drivel is his mind making up with this? Where's his control? The world isn't kind. And he should not be kind. That's how it should be.]

[I'll show you compassion. Oh, please shut up, self.]

...Heh. [Oh, that's a good dig, and his eyes alight with a glimmer of amusement.] Sorry. But if I get your attention for being a bad patient, maybe you're just rewarding me for it. I don't mind it.

[....This is so dire. What is he saying.]