A man who says that is a man who doesn't know magic. A logical man. [ Amory tilts his head, then gazes at House without condescension. He's quick to turn away, shifting his stare to the white of his knuckles. ] Like me.

To an extent, magic is rational. What it creates, how it creates. Physics wouldn't exist otherwise.

[ Quieter now, his voice. It sounds tired, threadbare. As a whole, he's worn out; too exhausted to put up a fight and hide his tatters.

House can mock him as he likes. He can't give a damn at this point. ]

I don't want a treatment. I don't even want you to look, to waste your time. I just want an extra dosage, so I can pretend to function like a regular human being. Simple as that. [ He's not demanding, just asking. ] I'm not an addict. I've just had enough.