he is a child, fussy and invasive, there on orders that have little to do with the doctor's work and everything to do with very, very distant men who lacked faith in the bigger picture. no patience. he cultivates the flowers of the future and they sit at the ready with sheers and books prepared to press them. allowing their dog off its lead is just more nuisance in a long line of nuisances.
" remind me again why you're here, @enddemics, " captain. commander. lieutenant. victor hadn't listened when he'd introduced himself and, now, his hands wrist deep in the belly of a cadaver, he's in no mind to clarify, either. tickles the underside of a lung with one thick, intrusive fingers and, when pulling back, the squelch is harsh and carrying. a fine addition to his chorus once the organ hits its tray and wobbles a racket this sterile room effortlessly carries. " perhaps i misheard you. "
he's a plumber, looking for leaks that aren't here. no ruptured confidence among his staff. no peg out of line. nothing leaves this hospital without his concent and that, now, includes his newest grievance. tall, capable, still easily stared down at when where the doctor's straightened. smears a wide shadow where dim light can't reach. some people, for all the good they did, would only ever amount to this. a specimen pinned by studious eyes and a deepening frown.
" i assure you, nothing has left my facility without my knowledge. " and to imply otherwise was to insinuate him inept. a kook. a back alley butcher playing god when the formula has been practiced, honed, and.. well, a few hiccups were hardly worth this intrusion. " now, unless you have any questions ? you may leave the way you came in. " eyes in every corridor, he'd know if, and when that happened.