that the man probably knew about yet had neither the funds nor resources to be cured of.

Yonyon tapped his lip thoughtfully. If he were a civilian doctor once again, he would have been reluctant to treat the man because of his attitude. There was little doubt in mind that other doctors had turned him away. Probably because of his unhealthy drug habits, no doubt. Futtleshuckle seemed to be the type of individual to throw away his health straight after having it fixed up; the bottle and the needle, the causes of his illness to start with, would be turned to straight away, the very first source of comfort and oblivion he sought after many a long month confined to a hospital ward. The Okama frowned. He didn't thinkit possible that the man could repulse him any more than he had originally done by barging into the room, gun blazing, and yet... as Futtleshuckle snarled at his Captain, he felt the bile turn in his stomach at the very idea of such an unwashed, self destructive individual ever having existed to start with.

It wasn't that Yonyon despised him for being so... deathly unclean, nor was it the man's poor circumstances that had led him to desperately trying to collect Morrigan's bounty that repelled the Okama. No, it was the sheer unwillingness to change his terrible existence that set his teeth on edge and made him want to leave the room. It was the fact that he was looking at years and years of self-inflicted damage that