Ha...! I'm frankly shocked all that pharmaceutical garbage exists down here. [But hey, everything else seems to. Including demons! It's not really that surprising, is it?

What is surprising, a little, is her offer to put together a few plans. He'd reached, essentially, the end of the road as far as modern medicine was concerned. The doctors already talked about how amazing he was, how his sheer determination let him walk again, how technology allowed him to see. He'd long been in the mindset now that whatever was left was the hand he'd been dealt, and he'd just have to play it even if it was broken, or defective, or hurt all the time or made him miserable and weak.

What more could Dr. Dyer possibly pull off? Was there really something else?]

I'd like to know all my options. Hard to say yes or no to something I don't know is possible.

[Though, he tempers himself internally, he's still not getting his hopes up.]