"Psychopath? Sociopath?" Chase questions, and however direct the question is, his tone still remains respectfully muted at either suggestion. They're not to be taken lightly, after all — people incapable of love or empathy are to be feared indeed.
But then again, Chase has no reason to trust his patient. If anything, there's a great deal about Spike Spiegel that seems to slip past the lines, muddled and unclear. Hidden behind murky tones.
"Anyway, Vicious aside, you seem to be in luck in this town, at least," he announces, cleaning up after himself and wrapping everything in a disposable sheet to be properly taken care of back at the hospital. "Socialized medicine. One way or another, the costs will be covered — and since this city seems to magically record the personal information of everyone who steps in, I wouldn't count on ducking what the government wants from you. Just a fair warning. No skin off my back either way." Tucking the sheet into his bag, Chase shrugs his shoulders, relaxing the tension.
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But then again, Chase has no reason to trust his patient. If anything, there's a great deal about Spike Spiegel that seems to slip past the lines, muddled and unclear. Hidden behind murky tones.
"Anyway, Vicious aside, you seem to be in luck in this town, at least," he announces, cleaning up after himself and wrapping everything in a disposable sheet to be properly taken care of back at the hospital. "Socialized medicine. One way or another, the costs will be covered — and since this city seems to magically record the personal information of everyone who steps in, I wouldn't count on ducking what the government wants from you. Just a fair warning. No skin off my back either way." Tucking the sheet into his bag, Chase shrugs his shoulders, relaxing the tension.