You're either insane or suicidal, and at this moment, I'm leaning toward it being both.
[His scorn is from caring, even though it doesn't sound that way. If Passenger didn't care, he would've simply looked at Pure Vanilla and shrugged and said "have fun with your rock cancer". His grip on the healer's wrist is firm as he watches the blood flow stop.
It is, in his mind, too late. If his Souljam stopped it, Passenger wouldn't know; Oripathy infects open wounds on first contact, and in his mind, there's nothing that could get in the way of it.]
Not even the most talented medics of our time have yet found a cure for Oripathy, and they, too, are Infected. I do not have much longer to live — I would have consented to experimental treatment without the need for self-sacrifice.
[He was going to add "we should wrap the wound", but it seems like it's closing on its own. Reluctantly, Pure Vanilla's hand is given back to him, and Passenger only breathes out a brief, frustrated sigh.]
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[His scorn is from caring, even though it doesn't sound that way. If Passenger didn't care, he would've simply looked at Pure Vanilla and shrugged and said "have fun with your rock cancer". His grip on the healer's wrist is firm as he watches the blood flow stop.
It is, in his mind, too late. If his Souljam stopped it, Passenger wouldn't know; Oripathy infects open wounds on first contact, and in his mind, there's nothing that could get in the way of it.]
Not even the most talented medics of our time have yet found a cure for Oripathy, and they, too, are Infected. I do not have much longer to live — I would have consented to experimental treatment without the need for self-sacrifice.
[He was going to add "we should wrap the wound", but it seems like it's closing on its own. Reluctantly, Pure Vanilla's hand is given back to him, and Passenger only breathes out a brief, frustrated sigh.]