The man's words might not make much sense to anyone else, but to Duncan they made an odd kind of sense. What if this was the afterlife and he just couldn't remember it? "That sounds a lot like life in general." At least the life he could remember, which was actually quite a lot if one thought about it. Two lifetimes now. Neither one was very long all things considered.
He let his mind wander a bit as the man worked on him. Had he been here before? Would the Bene Tleilax try to sell another ghola to the Atreides after this? Would there be any Atreides left when Alia was finished? That thought brought a fresh stab of pain that no amount of anesthetic could ever dull. Duncan sighed softly and closed his eyes while Tommy patched him up. He forced his mind off that train of thought and began sorting through the data he'd collected so far from the minimal conversation with the doctor.
When the man stopped working on his body and reached for something else Duncan opened his eyes to see what was going on around him. He recognised what the bag must be and wondered if it was enough. It might have to be, depending on how well stocked this medical facility was at the moment. He turned his head to look at the doctor but said nothing as he watched him work. Another scar for his collection, and no one to share the story of how he got it with.