Reake scoffs. "There isn't much difference between dying and refusing to live except your shell of a body hurts more people along the way Kane." Reake had dropped the smile, and he had a serious tone that Kane had never heard before. He no longer sounded like an upbeat dullard, and innocent healer untainted by the world. If Kane looked, there was a depth to knowledge in his eyes that would scare some people. "You've let your disease wreck your relationship with your children, you health, your ex lovers. I'm curious to know if you plan on taking my brother down too or if you actually plan to seek treatment."<br/><br/>It may sound cold, but butterfly kisses were not going to work with Kane. "It doesn't just go away. Not on it's own. Life dealt you an utter shit hand. It happens, those people usually wind up on my table - like you. It's easy to just lie down, ignore your problems, and not face your emotions. If that's what you are going to do with your life though you've already escaped your punishment because you are dead, just in limbo." The man says.