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The doctor sighed and flipped over the piece of paper he was reading through, not bothering to look up or pay much attention to Robert's dramatics. "If this is about juice boxes again, Mr. Morris, do please escort yourself out and close the door behind you."

The doctor's pen paused midair and then he was carefully setting it aside and leaning back in chair, finally looking at Robert with an interest that's never been pointed in his direction before. "I see. So you want me to kill you?" The words were casually polite and the smile that accompanied them was entirely genuine.

"Hmmmm...no." Fingers steepled, the doctor gave Robert a steady, slightly less interested gaze. "It would be a bother and I know your reasoning for requesting such must be appallingly stupid. So really, put it out of your mind, as that is not an option you'll be capable of taking."

Picking up his pen, H sat up in his chair, returning his attention to paperwork once more. "What do you possibly think you could accomplish by leaving, anyway?"

"Are you talking about that absurd alternate universe that was inflicted on us at New Years?" H was distinctly unimpressed. "I did, in fact, witness the spawn of some other version of you, and yes it was all very quaint."

The doctor smiled at Robert in a flash of teeth, "You know I'm a terrible human being, guilty of all sorts of things, yes. And you're such a good man, aren't you? So kind and caring, willing to love someone to that point of gross stupidity that comes so very naturally to you." He tossed the pen down, and sat back, smugly satisfied, "And yet..here we stand. You, the man who would create and then destroy another little life and I, the man who won't let you endanger a child and whatever other poor unfortunates you would inevitably latch onto in the civilian world."

He made a small tsking noise, "Your motives seem so pure and yet you're so ******** thoughtless, Robert, that nothing good every truly comes from your actions. A father? You? The only positive thing you have to offer a child is your absence from their life."

"I'm sure that in a completely different world, and you yourself being a much more well-adjusted person, you would truly be an excellent father. But this isn't that world, Robert, and you are not that man. You're a creature spawned from and trained for war. You're broken, as so many are. Why else would you be blindly chasing after something that doesn't belong to you, and never will?"

Hand tracing idly through the air, he continued, "If I wanted to be rid of you, I'd simply kill you. It would be very easy, and would be a thorough solution to any annoyance you could ever present to me, now or in the future. I pride myself on efficiency, you know."

Another sigh, "I don't think you understand who you're talking to. Because, again, you're really quite stupid."

"Well maybe you should wallow in self-pity for awhile. Go ask dear Jerry for advice, he's really quite adept at it." He made a little shoo-ing motion at Robert, his expression all bright-eyed encouragement.

"My suggestion is to ask Jerry if all you intend to do is moan nonsense like, I don't know how to live without the ideal image of a child I never actually raised and only knew for a matter of hours. I don't know how to move on." The doctor was just being mean about it now, having run out patience for the large man's dramatics.

He scoffed softly, "And now you want to use your pain for something, and something new, I take it. You want an excuse to drop the things and apparently people you've built your life around, because suddenly they're less worthwhile after you were a temporary daddy? And what about the next time Robert Morris gets a little shock to the system? You're going to drop whatever I give you for the next shiny thing that might fill that void, aren't you? Because that's what you do. That's what you've done even before you came to this island, time and again." H's voice grew darker, sharply punctuating through his teeth, "Don't waste my time and don't you ever think that I don't know you for what you are, boy."

The doctor Robert an empty stare and then relaxed into his chair once more. Tiredly he waved his hand at the hunter, "Come back when I have more patience for your brand of emotional idiocy, Robert."