[ Well, that's all he needs to hear. From his first week out of the sea, John has been certain of one thing only, and it's been reinforced at every turn: the Pthumerians have it out for him, specifically. He knows exactly what they want of him.
They love to trot out his ghosts. ]
I don't see any beasts at hand to cure.
[ (Beneath his meat, his bones itch to twist with chitin. Trench has been trying to twist him into something monstrous since May, and he's only skinned himself over human again by spite and force of will.) ]
But we've sussed out that she likes to watch us eat spiked fruit. That's a start.
[ Apologies, Viktor, if you thought he would make this quick or easy. ]
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They love to trot out his ghosts. ]
I don't see any beasts at hand to cure.
[ (Beneath his meat, his bones itch to twist with chitin. Trench has been trying to twist him into something monstrous since May, and he's only skinned himself over human again by spite and force of will.) ]
But we've sussed out that she likes to watch us eat spiked fruit. That's a start.
[ Apologies, Viktor, if you thought he would make this quick or easy. ]