Mac furrowed his brow, nodding.. as he listened to Dukey. Leaning forward with elbows on knees, he noticed his hands shaking. I need a drink, he thought. When does life begin? How can I answer that when I just want to die?<br/><br/>Inside, he cringed. Minister Mac was at his core the most cynical creature who hardly believed in love.. yet he knew how to act as if life was the most precious thing there was. All while the lingering memories of the wild night before made him grin, slightly. A grin that he formed into a warm smile of understanding.<br/><br/>Clearing his throat, Mac feigned a scratchy voice. "Ah yes, when does life begin. Let me ask you something. When you and Clara realized you.. or she.. was pregnant.. when did you know you loved that life inside her?"