Wilson sighed and put his fork down on his desk. Hard.
"Well, have you given me any reason not to dislike you? You're very obviously disdainful for us primitives, but without us, you wouldn't know half of what you learned in the future or whatever. Have you thought of that?"
Reaching over to his mp3 player, he turned it off.
The silence hung in the air between them.
"We all see people die, Dr Tam. Some of us more than others. Children are the hardest. Always are."