[ How could the Director have ever hoped to be anything other than patient, offering his own equanimity to a friend in need? Though tears had fallen on Julius' behalf, they are surely no sign of weakness, but only of compassion; of quiet strength. Understanding is the very least he can give to a man who had struggled (and struggles still, walking forward and on, regardless of how he'd been hurt) to live and to find a way to leave something good behind in the wake of so, so very much pain.

The task Julius has entrusted to him is a blessing for others; a testament to the fact that no one is truly a product of another's design, that by will alone--...

Hope might always be created.

(Even if Julius has yet to find that hope for himself.) ]

You do not understand. [ —Sion murmurs with a shake of his head, his eyes flicking up, mirroring the starlight cast down from overhead. ] I wish to help you in another way.

[ His free hand gives rise, a fore and index finger tapping lightly against his own temple in a fluid gesture meant to draw Julius' eye. ]

Integrated here is a biometric scanning system. [ It is something he's never confessed to Julius before, for there had simply been no need. What had been done to the Director, how he'd been modified for the sake of the Company... it is inconsequential in comparison to so very many things. ] It is within my ability, to see that which people carry with them; to identify the structures of foreign modifications and genetics.

Should I be able to glimpse a clear enough picture, I will be able to work toward something to counteract your condition.

[ And not so simply suppress it. ]

But... [ Optimistic, the Director may be, but his smile is a flickering thing, somehow unreadable in this moment. ] ...only with your permission.