"A form of narcotic then," he muses. "As most 'miracle' cures tend to be. Hah." So many, many drugs toe the line between life-saving and life-destroying.

He holds the ampoule out for the man to take back before taking a seat. He gestures for Silco to sit as well as he ducks down to find some paper to write on.

"Would you like the short version of my thoughts or the longer?"