“Right. Right--take over for yourself. Don’t let this bitch use you!” His gaze is dark, eyes a stormy, unforgiving blue as he reaches from the gurney and puts a soft hand on the other’s cheek. He strokes softly, caring. Emphatic.

“Remember what she is. Remember what she did to you--what happened. She doesn’t care about you, she only cares about your brain--Niles. Niles, if you let her do this you might get seriously messed with. And I don’t want to lose you--I don’t want to lose you like I lost Conor. Like we lost Conor. “ He’s pulling out all the stops.

“You don’t want that. You don’t want a world without me; without the only thing you have left of him. And I don’t want that for you, either.”