Darius went quiet a moment. He could see his face clear as day when he wanted to, even when he didn't.

"He came from a good family, not as good as mine, but few are. Still... he had power. Presence. He was handsome and fierce. He terrified me, but I was always there when he wanted me to be. I knew he was using me, but ...he wanted me there. When everyone else forgot me or wanted to. He was there with one of his crazy plans and drinks." He started to speak without even thinking about it. Who would care what this doctor would think?

"He'd have hated you. His favorite game besides mocking his friends was terrorizing the poor." He looked almost dreamily at a covered window. "I wanted to be... like him. To command attention. When he spoke, others listened. He got or took whatever he wanted. He was not a smart man, but it didn't hold him back. He was taken too soon." He frowned to himself and let his head tilt back to look at the ceiling again. "Life isn't fair, doctor."