A normal life? Cassian would've never dreamed of something like that for himself while he was back home. He would've continued his work after he'd healed, and probably would have until the day he died.
A normal life though. The possibilities were endless, and John had told him that it was better here. Cassian hadn't fully believed him truth be told. Still, with this information he thought that maybe it was possible.
He shook his head while she examined him, "No, it doesn't." He offered Martha a small smile in return, "While I could understand why some people wouldn't want to hear it, it's not that bad for me to hear." His body was the proof of that, and he winced slightly at a particular sore spot. "Life for me would be the same back home, and well, I'm getting old and a little tired." He wasn't a spring chicken any more and healing seemed to take longer and longer each time he got hurt.