John considered the young woman's words carefully and tilted his head ever so slightly to the side as he ruminated over it a while.
"I'm John," he introduced himself, rising slowly so his stomach would keep still and body wouldn't ache so badly. Cancer was a cruel disease, turning his body in on itself. So many symptoms, so many trivialities suddenly missed or desired, like the ability to move quickly or to keep a meal down.
Not wanting to seem too bold he offered his hand to shake her's, his other moving to the back of a chair to steady him.
"To say it like you have, it shows a certain apathy or acceptance. I wouldn't ask you to explain, but where do we lay the blame for this shamelessness? On the abuser? The victim? Or maybe society for every man or woman who watches but does nothing? Forgive me if I'm overstepping my bounces. I often come here to speculate on society and philosophy. When I saw you see them it peaked my interest. You looked, you didn't notice and turn away to pretend you hadn't. It's commendable in an age like this."