[voice]

[highfrequency]

[At first there is only a light tapping of claws against a tabletop, then a slightly labored, agitated breath.]

Dialysis.

[Well that was an awkward thing to just blurt out. There is another pause then he speaks again, his rusty voice carrying a note of mingled embarrassment and anger. It's the voice of someone publicly confessing to something he'd rather keep secret.]

Who here can perform dialysis? Mr. Stark... Anyone...

[More tapping then he snaps with a bit more nastiness than is probably necessary.]

And if you're gonna lecture me then just shut up, 'cause I don't wanna hear it.

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voice;

[sharpe]

Aye. She left fer a while and came back, but I don't think she's changed a whit since I last knew her.

voice;

[highfrequency]

Left and came back?

voice;

[sharpe]

Are you just going ta repeat all I say ta you?

voice;

[highfrequency]

Huh? Oh...Sorry.

[It's just how people talk in his world]

I've heard of people leaving and coming back... Still don't really like the idea.

voice;

[sharpe]

I don't like it either, but the machines control our fate 'round here. Even in medicine, and that's damned disconcerting.

voice;

[highfrequency]

Yeah. Nobody likes having a machine control their destiny.

[He stops himself from launching into that freedom rant again.]

voice;

[sharpe]

That why you don't want ta go ta the clinic?

voice;

[highfrequency]

No.

I'm just not sure the clinic can help.

voice;

[sharpe]

Will you die if you don't get this thing you need?

voice;

[highfrequency]

Not right away.

voice;

[sharpe]

But you'll still die, aye?

voice;

[highfrequency]

[Matter-of-factly]

Right.

voice;

[sharpe]

Then get yer arse ta the clinic ta try ta find help. It's no good ta anyone if you die a coward's death.