"I think so." He answered, once more in his infamously clipped sentences that seemed almost as if it were a reminder to speak, rather than an actually answer. A few times he even opened his mouth as if to say something else, only to shut it again and quickly look away.

He could feel the tell-tale build up of tension in his chest, and he began to fidget a little. But his doctor would say he had to face this situation to overcome it, wouldn't he? "Y-you? W-what are you going to do?"