"If word of this gets out,"
"Can I even live my life anymore?"
Admiral Francisco Pancho let out a weary sigh and patted his thigh, "The doctor says my body's failing, I don't have much time left, I... can't move anymore, I'm too old!"
Popovich's face tensed up.
His eyes squinting and sinister, made Admiral Francisco Pancho feel uncomfortable and drained. This man was no good.
"Fine then, Defense Minister, you take good care of yourself, I'll find a doctor to look into it, the government still needs you, I still need you." Popovich pursed his lips into a smile, patted his shoulder, which frightened Francisco Pancho, causing him to chuckle awkwardly.
Finally, after exchanging a few pleasantries, the old man got up to leave. When he reached the door, he paused, then suddenly his body hunched over, muttering, "Old age, my body's failing."
With that, he limped out of the door.
Popovich's eyelids were trembling behind him.
