[An age. It sounds like such a trifling thing to someone that lived so long. To him, it sounds long and lonely. Having to live through countless years of sorrow even with good moments. It's just never appealed to him to wish for long life. He was good with his lot in life.

His calling so to speak.] When I was young, I didn't want to be a doctor. My dad was, figured that was enough doctor's in the family. Then I helped a girl that broke her arm fallin' out of a tree. I remember thinkin' in that moment that's what I was meant to do. Came natural as breathin'...

[He rolls the idea of existence around before tryin' to put it into the right words.] Life is precious. Whether short or long. As a doctor I treat the good and the bad, because my job isn't to judge who lives or dies, it's to preserve life. I can't say I've lived that life perfectly. I can fight for what I believe in, for people I care for... I'm a damn good doctor. I know it's what I was meant to be. And I guess it kinda guides me, sure.

[His eyes lift to Loki's and he arches his brow just a little as he speaks a little curiously.] In my experience, if someone asks me about existence, it's in part cause they don't know why they exist or why life exists. But that is probably just a human thing to be unsure of that.