So... things have changed, plot has developed further. Now some time has passed, and Mark has been in the thick and large of coordinating meetings and agreements between the two races.

But now, he can breathe in a little.

"Mr Johnson, it is a pleasure to meet you." the physiologist known as doctor Gates presented his hand.

Mark shook it, though he imagined that the scene must have looked quite comical considering the fact that he was just a tad bit over nine feet tall, and the doctor barely reached six feet.

But still, sat down, the couch dangerously creaking under his weight. "The pleasure is mine doctor."

"Well, you could imagine my surprise when I saw that Earth's savior had scheduled a session."

His single eye stared at him in confusion, "Earth's savior?" "Yes, Earth's savior, that is what you've been called. That is the name that the public has given you."

He did not know if he liked it, "Please, refrain from calling that if you will... it makes me feel... uneasy." the psychologist didn't voice his question, but nodded his head.

"So, before we start, I would like to remind you that the sessions last an hour. I would also like to tell you that I will try my best to help you, but I cannot make promises that your problems will magically go away with the wave of a magic wand." Mark clicked his tongue, already expecting such a thing.

"I do know that I won't get better overnight, but I need some guidance."

"Alright then," the doctor set the timer on his watch, "Let us begin." and the hour started.

"What have you been feeling in these past few months? Talk to me and I'll take notes." the doctor told him.

"Well, stress, exhaustion, from working my ass off in bettering the relations between humanity and the yautja. But it's better now: the two races are managing themselves pretty good, and exchange of technologies and knowledge is being brought forward." the doctor scribbled down on his paper.

"But I'm getting the impression that that isn't what's ailing you, isn't it?" "You are right. I'm... lost, depressed, actually..."

"And this happened because...?"

Mark sighed, "I... I don't know what I am anymore... as I still a human? Truly?" he paused, getting up, "You don't mind if I walk around for a bit, do you?" "Please, do whatever helps you express yourself."

"Thanks." he silently answered, "You have to understand doc... I've, I've lived for over a hundred years, and if I am to die of natural causes, then I shall live for another six at minimum."

The doctor gave him a reassuring smile, "Go on, I won't judge you." "I... I am not myself anymore. I... hear things." "Things?" "Yes, things. When I performed my first hunt, I was stranded on the planet for four years, the only company that I had were the creatures that I hunted. They're called serpents, to keep it short, I was lost on that world, fighting for survival and they would constantly stalk.

And yet I can still hear them moving, I can feel them touching me. Their hissing and shrieking is always present, and no matter what I do it still continues."

"Even now?" "Even now." the doctor wrote down more information, "And do you have a way to combat this?" he silently nodded his, looking away.

Mark raised his arms to show him the innumerable scars that decorated them.

"I cut myself, until the pain numbs my focus. That is one of the two ways that I can stop it." "And the other is?" Gates tentatively asked, careful of not pushing him in the wrong direction:

"I hunt the serpents. I exterminate them. I try to fight, because it is only then that I am able to concentrate on something else, and I become someone else..." "Who so?"

"When I'm fighting, it's like I'm on autopilot... another part of me, the one that is cold and pragmatic, it takes control. I become focused on killing my enemies. I become numb to feelings and emotions, for they are weakness. I close myself from the rest."

He kept pacing, "I tried to kill myself..." "When?" "Numerous times... but I'm not strong enough to do it. I just want the pain to stop. I cannot relax doctor, I must always remain on guard, I can never be sure if a serpent will jump out on me every time that I open a door." "You might want to add suicidal to the list of names that compose me." he added in a quieter tone.

"Judging everything you told me, this leads me to believe that you hate yourself." Mark nodded, "There is also someone else." "As in?"

"Another me..." "Another personality?" "Yes... I guess you could call it that. He looks like me but..."

the psychologist encouraged him to continue.

"He is everything that I am not: he has no scars, he's still human, he's good, he doesn't hear the noises of the hive, and he taunts me. Insults me and pushes me to snap and break." he murmured, tears falling down his eye.

"Is he here with us in this moment?" "No, he only comes when I'm alone... he appears out of nowhere."

"And do you have a way to make disappear?" "Fighting, cutting myself." "Can you sleep well?"

Mark kept walking, "No... I always have nightmares of the hive. I try taking relaxants because they are the only thing that will help... but even then they only last so long." "How much?" the doctor asked, still writing down notes, "Give or take, half an hour."

"And what do you do then?" "Train and fight."

He mirthlessly chuckled, "This is so funny if you think of it." his voice was tight, an indication that he was trying not to cry.

"I'm, the savior of Earth, and yet I'm nothing but a broken, depressed freak that can't keep his mind in check."

"No Mark, you are certainly not that." Gates got up from his chair, softly touching his shoulder, "Sorry, I..." "It's okay to cry Mark, you have nothing to be ashamed of." he thanked the doctor, biding him to sit back down.

"I had hoped to regain some of my sanity by coming back to Earth, and it is all nice, everyone is always nice, but... it is not true, they treat me like I'm some kind of hero, while in reality, I'm not."

"I had hoped that in returning, I would be able to understand and realize that I am still human... but looking at it all, I can't help but be reminded of all of the differences."

The doctor's clock alarm went off, "That is our time for today." Mark sighed, wanting to punch something, "For your payment..." "Don't worry about it... this one will be for free."

The doctor turned to his computer, "I will schedule another meeting in a week, same time as today, if you want to still come?" Mark nodded.

"Thank you yes, I will come back... I still need to talk about other things..." the psychologist shook his hand.

I will use this time to formulate my thoughts and ortensie them, you have a lot going on for you Mark. Try to stay positive, do something new in the meantime, and most of all, stay safe." "Thank you doctor Gates. I'll survive until next tuesday... I've been doing this for over ninety years."

He exited the offices, striding out of the building. On his way out, people pointed and waved at him, and Mark waved back, having already composed himself.

'Maybe I will go hunting in Alaska, I've always wanted to visit the frosty mountains...'

"So here we are again." he was back in the office, doctor Gates was once again seated in his usual chair.

"Yes we are." he agreed, setting the timer.

"Then let me begin, if I may?" "Be my guest."

"There is another thing that torments me... it's..." he sighed, "difficult to explain." the doctor patiently waited for him to continue.

"I recently loss, by the hands of the hish, my ability to have children..." Gates' eyes widened in surprise, "You mean..." "No, I have not been castrated, not physically at least... I am sterile. There is no cure for it, I've tried everything but as you can tell, I failed."

"Alright then, and you feel?" "Less like myself. I... I can't even be a father, I will never have an offspring that I will be able to call my own flesh and blood. I can still masturbate and cum, it works," he hiccuped, "But what else is there to it? What am I now that I can't reproduce? What does that make me doctor?" he asked the man.

"Mark, it does not change who you are, much less what you are... I, I can't imagine the loss that you must feel; as a father myself, it saddens terribly that you will never be able to find that happiness. But there's always adoption."

The elite hunter wiped his tears away, "Yes, I know, but the fact is that I do not want my son, or daughter, to grow up without a mother. I... yautja mating is complex, they do not view love the same we do... the closest thing they have to couples are life mates, which last until death. But those are rare."

"But you could always fall in love with a human..." "Yes, but the problem with it would be that it wouldn't last: I am just to different doctor, my way of life, of hunting... it would be too hectic. And seeing the differences between our two worlds, even if this potential partner were to be from the military, the tasks and burden would be too heavy. And I would never want someone else to have to go through the same things I had to face."

"Ok. Then what about a female yautja? If that is the case then surely they would do just fine, correct?"

"There is another issue: as I said earlier, yautja only care for coupling because of the need to reproduce, life mates bond after mating with one another for many seasons. And... they only care about you for your genes and honor. All in an effort to have strong offspring and continue the bloodline."

He added, "No one knows about my condition except for a very close friend of mine. I would likely be shamed, and it wouldn't matter how many more trophies I would obtain. To the yautja, I may very well be useless since I can't continue my bloodline."

Mark lowered his head, "I cannot do anything to change my situation, and that unsettles me deeply. I, don't know what to do... I just want the noises to end. I want my internal pain to end."

The psychologist sighed, "Well, Mark, I had thought that entering a stable relationship would give you the best chances of fighting your depression and heal your panic attacks... but after what you have told me, that option is clearly off the table."

"What brings you joy?" "The hunt, the thrill of it, and the pride of achieving higher ranks..." the doctor hummed, "How about that then? Try focusing on your hunts then."

The alarm went off again.

"Doctor, I feel like this second session was the last one that I needed, I have nothing else to say." Mark told the man as he was getting.

"Are you sure? It's just that- "You've helped me already doctor, truly. Simply talking to someone was enough."

He sadly looked at him, "I'm sorry for not being able to help you more." he told him honestly, "Thank you anyways doc, you've done your part... I shall try to do mine now."

Alright, that is done.

I hope I did a good enough job with the dialogue. Now, although it may seem that Mark does not want to pursue a relationship, I have already said that smut will come, so comment who you think Mark will end up with.