"Alright, fair enough." Sinclair flicks his cigarette against the edge of the ash tray. "I know what you must think of me, Doctor, but for the record I care a great deal. This whole matter concerns me now, I've got to care about it."

And he doesn't know precisely what she was about to say, but he thinks he at least understands where she was coming from.

"I don't know that it would have mattered where he heard it first, it all adds up to the same total. If you'd told him as kindly as you could've, it just would have been a slower burn. One way or another he'll have to learn how to get around it, and nobody can do that for him. It's gotta be him."