"I'm not saying it's the people here," he points out, realizing how he sounded. Not that he entirely is willing to not be the man he is, but alienating everyone is a poor choice. Just maybe some. "I mean those behind this, just giving it a nebulous name to deflect us."

Which is nicer than how he'd made it sound about others. "But you're right. It's down to what we believe."

"In my day," he says, laughing softly just at how that sounds. "It was snake oil and terror. I know it's changed since then, but some images you get are hard to brush away." And more so since he hasn't needed a doctor since those days, so the last that ever laid hands on him or someone he knew had been not only of their time, but small town middle of nowhere best they could get doctors to boot.