"Yes, you are right. I enjoy teasing you Crichton, but I would not feel the need to interfere. Your life is your own to spend as you please." A man may waste his life if he chooses to. A Father may ruin others lives, and at times that may be the only choice he has. Even on this ship, in this small community they've made, there are people who will find themselves on the fringes. It is the way of things.

But for better or worse, Siffleur also knows the signs when someone is using alcohol to keep far worse demons at bay. If Crichton were destroying himself for the simple satisfaction of doing so, it would be easy to let him. But there is a monster in his mind, and he is dangerous if ignored.

"You need a safe place to sleep while you are like this. The others will not understand what you are doing, and they will try to help you, and will make it worse." He glances back at Crichton. "Do you see him often?"