[This is less of an impasse, and more of a wide chasm that she cannot cross. He will not meet her halfway -- maybe someday, but not here, not now. Between them is what churns within, his daemons, his spite, his resignation and acceptance of what he has become. His resistance is seen in the way his expression does not change, in the way he amps up his casualness in a way that seems inappropriate for the conversation at hand.]

Trust me in this one thing, Doctor. Any complications that have been granted to me via my "sickness", there is nothing to be done about it. Genetic anomalies is too kind of a phrase for it, and what some might consider complications are actually advantages if seen in a different light altogether.