Upstairs? [he pauses, hands on the vial he'd put down earlier. it's not wholly unexpected that Elsword would want Add to stay close... actually, it makes the most sense for him. he rolls the glass tube between his fingers, wondering why it makes him feel strange to think about something so typical of Elsword.] You didn't have to... none of my things are there, so it's not like you're keeping my privacy.

[still, it's... strangely touching. to be thought of, and respected, even when it doesn't matter.

He shifts his focus to the wound. It's still an ugly sight, but his head feels much clearer this time. He runs his fingertips along the veins, the emerging sprouts, flaking off the blood to see where it's still flowing fresh... it's certainly worse than it was before. He still wants to kick himself for not doing something sooner, but that wouldn't solve this problem in the now. Add hums, frowning.

Cure will have to wait one more step. He puts the vial away again, pulling out his laser-scalpel instead. It buzzes to life as he levels the blade with one of the larger stems. He's taking his goddamn samples.]

I'm going to remove them, one at a time. Tell me if you feel anything.