He was destined because he often watched his father. The Earl was always fascinated by how the body worked. Most of the time it was posing animals that already passed away into little scenes like relics of a long past world of Victorian hobbies. However, sometimes there were human corpses delivered for that sake of learning and investigating what the father and son wanted to learn. It wasn’t something advertised. Quite the opposite, the dark depths of where they examined was one of the family’s best kept secrets.
Because of this, the morgue was comfortable. It was a place that felt a little like home when Daley felt the need to think, or when he was annoyed with a particular outcome that didn’t go as he thought it would. He needed to always know more. It was simply how his brain worked. This was one of those times. He wasn’t seeking a break or solace, he was seeking answers.
Daley’s footsteps weren’t secretive here where a morgue and cutting open bodies was normal. They nearly echoed in the clean hospital hall. Then paused. Voices. No, one voice. Unexpected as he then continued down the hall to arrive at the morgue door.
There he crossed his arms and leaned against the opening to tilt his head and look over the woman sitting there. Different things were noted regarding the habit she wore and the way the pencil so accurately shaded the parts of anatomy she was capturing. Still life. As art would call it - still life of death.
Muscles rippled through his being under his expensive suit to use his shoulder and momentum to come away from the door trim. Daley could then take another couple steps closer and really see what she was drawing. “Some day we’ll be able to fix that before it fails.” Daley knew advancements were happening all of the time. The heart could be repaired when stabbed or injured, but when people didn’t know what symptoms were or how to explain it and doctors didn’t know enough, well - death occurred.
However, the man who died from a failed heart was not who or what he was down here to see. He turned to the lady on the other table. “Mind if I move this one for another one?” His attention and words cast over his shoulder back at the nun.