Rudolph could see it was hopeless. Nothing he did or said was gonna change Patrick's mind. Hell, he had been head over heels for Rassa too. That was even one of the reasons why he broke with the army code and flew with her. Sure, it wasn't the smartest thing to do. Did he care about the smart thing? No. He only cared about Rassa. Least in those days he did. These days all he cared about was staying off the grid and nursing his leg. They...They had done something to it. Twisted it. Broke it. Rudolph didn't bloody care what they had done. The effects were what he cared about. Sliding off the bar stool, he limped after Patrick. "I still want my drink," he grumbled. His leg wasn't used to this much stress. Between trying to push his way out of the crowd and then following Patrick through it, it was beginning to take its toll on the damaged muscles there.<br/><br/>The only other thing on his mind was yes. People did change. They did it all the time. The only thing was, they never really changed all that much. Sure. Maybe over many spans of years, they could become different people. But you would have to not see a person for that long to notice the change. Usually it was a subtle difference. One that often, no one was even aware of was happening. Rudolph's change wasn't such a case. At least not in his mind anyway.