Carlisle Oxford III
"I don't like to commit myself about heaven and hell - you see, I have friends in both places."
"If... if that were to happen... I don't know what I'd do," he said softly, in reply to her speaking of her own death. He wondered how she could speak so calmly about her own death, but, then again, perhaps death was not so very bad in comparison. He smiled and took the other half of the cooking, and put it into his mouth. "Thank you," he said, even his broken heart warming from the gesture. "Well... it's mostly for recognition. In the outside world, when you see a person in a white coat, you know that they're a doctor," he explained. He finished his cookie, and leaned his head back, looking up to the celing. He kind of felt dull now. Still hurting, but it was... he didn't know how to explain.