Lucius looks down at his CiD. It hadn't occurred to him that there were kinds of doctors, but the words sent back to him seem about correct enough that he gathers it doesn't matter. He glances back at his reflection, before turning his back on it as if maybe he could do so for every bad decision he has made up until this point.
He doesn't altogether consider this to be one of them.
no subject
He doesn't altogether consider this to be one of them.
A pause, before he slowly follows that up with;