Self-preservation

Having exhausted all pretences of civil conversation, there was little Mido could do but to poke at the elephant in the room with them and the soon to be husk of a successful entrepreneur. "What am I doing here, Namikawa?""Paying your respects, I'd wager," his colleague replied."That would require some gratitude on my part," and I'm not sure if I can muster any, he was about to say, but a dissonant note from the life support machine gave him pause.Namikawa's shoulders stiffened. He waited for the monotone beeping to resume before speaking. "Offering moral support, then. Whichever you prefer.""You said you needed a witness."