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"You did?" you exclaim, suddenly fascinated, your attention rapt as your brown eyes widen. Leaning toward Sunjata as though proximity might give you answers, you peer up at the incredibly tall man. "How'd you get it? How long did it last? What were the symptoms? Didja pass it on to anyone else? D'ya have any lingering effects?" He's a living specimen, a survivor, and thus a wellspring of knowledge.
You are somehow even more animated now, and his questions only fuel you. Tapping thoughtfully on your chin, you begin to pace in thought, the broom dragged behind like an errant child, its purpose long abandoned. "Could be 'cus you're an outlander, so y'don't have natural immunity. It sounds like the pathogen spread from the Greatwood- it'd make sense fewer Grounders got it, an' it could be it was milder just 'cus'a the interventions that Vi and Dama made."
You are somehow even more animated now, and his questions only fuel you. Tapping thoughtfully on your chin, you begin to pace in thought, the broom dragged behind like an errant child, its purpose long abandoned. "Could be 'cus you're an outlander, so y'don't have natural immunity. It sounds like the pathogen spread from the Greatwood- it'd make sense fewer Grounders got it, an' it could be it was milder just 'cus'a the interventions that Vi and Dama made."
so peel away the bark
cus nothing grows when it's dark
and keep your eyes fixed on the sun
