[He winces at the statement, though of course he supposes he'd known as much from the scan. Even without being able to read it. If he'd been seeing doctors about it, in a place where they can bring men back from the dead after being burned alive, he supposes there really is no relief in sight for him. Except, perhaps, the release of death and the hope that the Natha would be so merciful a second time. It's not something that you'd exactly want to bet on, though. Death is rather final, if it doesn't work out.]

Well. It is what it says on the tin, I suppose. I wore a proper suit and everything. My boss liked for me to look smart for the job. [And he had liked to look smart for him...] I got my beans whole. Jamaican. Ground to order. I had a proper espresso machine and everything, knew everyone's orders by heart. I had them right where I wanted them.

[And they couldn't have cared less for all the effort it took. Save for when he didn't go through it and they suddenly realized what they were missing.

He flicks the other man the twist of a smile.]

Somehow I suppose it's more the organization itself that you're interested in though, yeah?