Darius frowned and remained quiet for a long while. He was frustrated he had no wine. He wanted to be delightfully and miserably drunk. "Suppress makes it sound like I wanted to and just refused. Have you ever been hated, doctor?" There was almost a grumble in his voice. "Have an entire family wishing you'd disappear because they had better things to do than deal with you? Have people remind you you're useless or a failure?"

He frowned and shut his eyes. "People don't like me. Never have. And I learned as a child not to care. I take care of myself, my best friend is wine followed by my art. That's what I need, not caring about a body that might just laugh at me when my back is turned. Now will you offer me some drugs or what?"