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You listen intently to the described symptoms, mentally committing the description to memory, watching as the man rubs a small spot on his shoulder as though it is related to the disease. It reminds you of rabies, or some other diseases you've read about: mind-altering and intense, and apparently incurable.
Until Vi and your Dama stepped in, that is.
You nod along as he mentions the roses, that much making sense. "If the roses were a threat to the pathogen - an' the pathogen had taken over the hosts - it makes sense that they'd try to destroy 'em." Thoughtfully you turn the broom over, holding it so the straw is facing upward, your fingers brushing across the hard fibers. "Did you destroy any?"
Until Vi and your Dama stepped in, that is.
You nod along as he mentions the roses, that much making sense. "If the roses were a threat to the pathogen - an' the pathogen had taken over the hosts - it makes sense that they'd try to destroy 'em." Thoughtfully you turn the broom over, holding it so the straw is facing upward, your fingers brushing across the hard fibers. "Did you destroy any?"
so peel away the bark
cus nothing grows when it's dark
and keep your eyes fixed on the sun
