[Another day, another bullshit thing the City throws at them. Vergilius wanders in, steeling himself for a threat...but just finds Daan instead, standing under the flower.]
[He approaches, but pauses at the sound of the familiar voice. It seems as logical as anything one would read in a medical journal, he thinks. But the man seems lost in thought, saddened.]
no subject
[He approaches, but pauses at the sound of the familiar voice. It seems as logical as anything one would read in a medical journal, he thinks. But the man seems lost in thought, saddened.]
[He raises his voice, hoarse above it all.]
A patient of yours?