The questions were highly invasive, and nothing he'd tolerate from anyone less than medical professionals. Moreover, he didn't like thinking about the slow decline his body would take as he got older, what he'd be like in another five to ten years. Hermann took a deep breath against the pain and his own flare of temper, stared hard at the opposite wall. Lay it out in hard facts.

"Physical therapy, when there was time." Which was non-existent at the Shatterdome beyond what exercise he could get out of walking around the lab and climbing up and down a ladder every day. He had more time now at least, for all the good it was doing him so far. "Intravenous medications or daily injections.." He wasn't a fan of either.

"..I have at most three years before it becomes progressive."