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Seth would have only been annoyed at Dith's pity anyway. Despite it all, he did still have a small measure of pride, even if it had been whittled down significantly. He just happened to be one of the unlucky ones. There was no telling if Seth would ever find happiness. He'd thought he had found it, but was sorely mistaken. Not only that, he had worked his whole life toward this goal. And what did he have to show for it? Nothing. Even though he'd essentially got what he wanted... it wasn't what he wanted anymore. Life was fickle like that. It was depressing to say the least.

The brunette hummed thoughtfully at Dith's career of choice. The fact that this man was a doctor meant that he had to be well educated and actually intelligent. Especially since he was a surgeon. Not just any idiot could do such delicate work. "Hmm, mid-life crisis?" he asked. If Dith was going to get nosey, then Seth had the right to do the same thing.

Seth wasn't sure what he had expected, but such a straight forward answer wasn't really one of them. Again he was left speechless and just sort of stared in astonishment at Dith as he made his confessions of a life that sounded like it had gone to crap. ... Not all that dissimilar to his own really.

"Hmph... maybe that's what I should do," Seth then said in a barely audible mutter as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips again and took a sip, his eyes looking to the side. Perhaps burying himself in work wouldn't work after all. Isn't that what he'd been doing for half of his life? Even before his recent crisis? It hadn't done a blasted thing for him either.

"Do Russian women typically do that? Get sick of their men, I mean." That would really explain a lot of things. This all going on the assumption that Dith's wife was Russian as well. The slightly imploring sound of his voice indicated that he had a reason for asking that.

"Ah," Seth replied to the fact that Dith's wife was in fact, not Russian. Perhaps it was just a woman thing then. He wouldn't even presume to understand the opposing gender.

Again he was thoughtful as he considered what he might possibly do if he was able to take off and do what he wanted. "I don't know," he answered honestly. "Unfortunately, I don't think its a luxury that I can afford. So there is little use dwelling on it."

"Maybe," Seth said with that distant tone again. "Although I've never been very good at getting along with people," and there was a tinge of regret in his voice. He had pushed most people away throughout his life, to keep himself from getting hurt. Which only led to him not having any real friends. And when he finally started opening up to someone... they left him. And he experienced the very thing he had tried to avoid. It was a cruel world.

"Someone did tell me that I should spend more time with my Pokemon." Which was probably true. If anything, he shouldn't alienate himself from the creatures that were under his care.

"Espeon is a good Pokemon," Seth remarked distractedly. "I was about that age when I got my Cyndaquil. She's now a Typhlosion."

He was wonderfully oblivious to Dith's internal musings. There was no telling how he might have reacted if he knew exactly what the other man was thinking. Or if he knew that Dith was actually acquainted with a certain red head that had broken his heart.

Seth knew he was an idiot, he certainly didn't need to be told that. That was part of the problem. He had realized his mistakes, and even said so in his letter to her, but it was apparently too late. He had blown it. He had been angry with Nadja, but in reality, most of that anger was directed at himself. For not being better, for not being good enough, for being too blind and inexperienced to see what was going on before it happened. But he had tried, dammit. He'd gone farther for that woman than any other person. But it was still not enough.

As far as Seth was concerned, he had worked himself into a deeper hole than he was able to get out of. He wanted to change, but the man simply didn't know how. Perhaps his lot in life was to live a miserable and lonely existence. He normally wasn't one for self pity, but again... he just wasn't himself.

"I don't know," Seto replied honestly. "I was into training at one point, but then I gained more responsibilities and was unable to keep up with it. I don't really have much of an interest anymore." He didn't have much of an interest for anything anymore, really. He was a rather useless human being. Both to Team Rocket and to society in general.

"Perhaps," Seto muttered as he took another sip of his coffee, not sounding entirely convinced. He didn't really want to do anything. He'd completely lost interest in the things he liked to do. Besides, working was what he did best. That had been his life for the past 20 years, working with little or no time for himself. Forced to undergo rigorous advanced schooling during his childhood and teenage years to prepare for a career in business. Then upon entering Team Rocket, he spent most of his time training his Pokemon and himself and furthering his education. Sure it had made him a valuable asset to Team Rocket, but it had also made him a barely tolerable person. He had wanted to better himself, but now it was all meaningless.

This man made it all sound so easy, but in truth it wasn't. There had been moments he'd considered training his Pokemon again... or even taking up the games he'd played in the few precious moments of spare time in his life. But he didn't have the energy or the will to pick them up again. But there was no harm in trying again. A part of him hated to have his Pokemon sit there, unused and unloved.

Dith was indeed being nosey, and at one point Seth would have taken great offense, but he didn't seem to care much now. "There are a lot of things I should do and should have done." He was a man of many regrets now. "You make it sound so simple."