Edgar Jacobi, who has retired from being Moloch, and now an old man, talking to Rorschach, who has just pulled a bottle of pills from one of the kitchen drawers:
Edgar: Please... don't confiscate that. I'm trying anything. I .. have cancer.
Rorschach: What kind of cancer?
Edgar: You know the kind you eventually get better from? (he smiles, which turns bitter after a moment) That ain't the kind I got...