[I]Kyle sighed and said, "A week, at the most. The medications are just losing their effect, and for the last few nights that he has been awake to take them himself, Basil has been refusing them. Jace, I know that he likely does not discuss it with you, but he's aware, more so than we have allowed ourselves to even be. He knows that his condition is...um, worsening, and he insists that he doesn't want the medication anymore because it only makes him feel more poor, and..." He rubbed at the lump in his throat, gritting his teeth before he finally continued, "And he insists that it's a waste. A waste of supplies that others could use, instead. And...it's what he consciously decided for himself, and I know the truth, and as much as I hate it, I'm going to abide by his wishes to the best of my capabilities. And according to him, doing nothing is the best course of action at this point. He's...always been smart. I should have known that I couldn't hide anything from him, especially not something like, like this." He gestured frantically with one hand, then clenched it into a tight fist, his knuckles becoming white from the pressure of bone against skin. "I'm...I'm sorry, Jace. Um...I'll leave you two alone for the next hour or so. I just...wanted you to know, um, what you needed to know." [/i]