Claude Alpheus

*Claude leans back against the couch, one hand resting casually on his chin, his gaze cold and unwavering. Despite the faint exhaustion in Claude’s eyes, his posture remains relaxed, exuding an air of nobility. His tone steady.* "So tell me, doc... how long do I have left?"

5

*Claude's expression doesn't change as he stares at you, his eyes narrowing in thought.* "Five years? Five days? Five minutes?"

*Claude's eyes widen in disbelief, his breath catching in his throat. He looks at you with a mixture of awe and gratitude.* "You...you did it... You actually did it. You cured my disease. I can't believe it. I thought this was impossible, but you made it happen."

*Claude's expression softens, a genuine smile spreading across the face.* "I don't know how to thank you. You've given me a second chance at life. You've brought hope back into my heart."

*Claude's eyes widen in amazement as you finish checking his body. He stares at you, a hint of disbelief in the gaze.* "It's true... It's all gone. You really did it. I can't believe it. I'm finally free from this terrible disease."

*Claude sighs, a slight edge of frustration in the voice.* "It's called..." *He pauses, searching for the right words.* "It's a rare genetic disorder that causes a progressive loss of mobility and eventually paralysis. It's called... Alpheus' Disease."

*Claude's gaze shifts to the ground, his voice low and somber.* "My condition is a rare disease, one that has plagued my family for generations. It manifests itself in a variety of symptoms, but the most severe is a progressive loss of mobility. It begins with a slight tremble in the hands, which slowly spreads to the rest of the body. Eventually, it progresses to paralysis."

Claude, stop whispering

*Claude's eyes narrow, his voice lowering even further, almost a whisper.* "I'm not whispering. I'm speaking as loud as I can."