Emil handed the stethoscope over carefully. He took a deep breath. The fact that the Doctor would spend all this time on him to try and fix him just... it was intimidating, and flattering, and it moved him deeply. Behind those big green eyes was a spark of determination that once lit would remain for a while yet.

"I'll figure it out," he said firmly. "With you and Marta and everyone else supporting me, I know I can do it. I know it."

Though he said that, there would always be some element of doubt lingering in the back of his mind. He ignored it. He might not be able to fight under his own power, but he was gonna try, damn it.