[There's a pause as John actually does consider that. Before his talk with Fiona a week ago, he would have dismissed it out of hand as not enough. He's been ashamed and despondent about his lack of ability to actually protect people. But he has protected them in his own way. In a doctor's way, not a soldier's. Perhaps that's the sticking point... that John wants it to be in the soldier's way and the doctor's way and this place can only allow him one.]
It's... hard. Not to want to do more. Fiona tells me I'm going to work and worry myself to death.
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It's... hard. Not to want to do more. Fiona tells me I'm going to work and worry myself to death.