Courage

He is pale, white-haired, and black suited, engaging colleagues in a room of the colors of glass and gray. His eyes, smile, and speech seem to reverberate peals off the champagne glasses.

As his colleagues depart through the doorway behind him, his eyes fixtate ahead and his mouth opens some: dark crimson blood runs from his left nostril. With his recent head injuries, his hands shake unless he expends a hernia's effort. Looking upon his left arm, he pulls up his suit-coat sleeve to uncover his white button-down's sleeve: upon it, he wipes his upper lip then, dabs his nostrils.