unburned and alive

Ray

A panther in the night,
A fire burning bright

Ray was pleasantly surprised when Deimos started taking notes and copying her diagrams. It soothed her conscience a bit to know that he was taking  this seriously. Taking her warnings seriously. She took his offered sheet of calculations, giving it a thorough look over. Taking her pencil she wrote down the lowest effective dosage for each. The less they used, the better.

"Looks good." She noted before turning another serious look towards the Sword. "This stuff can become addictive, easily. You need to give the lowest effective dosage. I've written it down, including how many times max you can give each individual a dosage. And how far in-between. But do your best to restrict it to one dose per person. Three is the absolute, absolute max. And never more than one dose a day. NEVER.  Otherwise they'll be at high risk for addiction. This stuff is potent."

She paused for a moment, giving him a chance to write down what he needed before continuing on. "This stuff is also a painkiller so they'll likely have some of those typical side effects besides grogginess." Ray's eyes narrowed. "If other symptoms occur, they're at an incredibly high risk of addiction. Possibly already on that route. Those symptoms are things such as mood swings, depression, euphoria, confusion, nausea, etc.. And anything else out of the ordinary. If this happens, you will NOT give them any more doses and you Will bring them to me. And I Will kick your ass if you don't." Ray knew she likely wouldn't be physically able to do so, but she sure as hell would try.

Ray was doing her best to ensure he understood how volatile this substance was. How making a potion as effective as he needed had serious risks. She wanted Deimos to understand and be responsible with this, no matter what his goals were.

the only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existance becomes an act of rebellion
-Albert Camus