“It would have been a lot easier to treat if you’d mentioned it sooner.” -Aaron, after having to re-break something to fix it properly.
❝ Y' ain't even s'pposed t' be able t' do this sorta thin' by Vought standards, dogshite as they are. Healer Supes'd fail every time they'd fuckin' try. ❞
He felt. He felt dizzy. Like all the air'd been sucked out of his lungs. The room pitched, and he felt compelled to go with the tilt. His vision blurred, and he swore he could feel his own heartbeat all the way into his fingertips.
Only thing keeping him upright was the unbroken arm braced on the kitchen tabletop. Blood smeared. Muscle and bone had been protruding from skin moments before. He keeps talking. Some words slur.
❝ Seen th' records. Same wi' plants. Lose control 'n choke out th' poor guinea pig kids 'n researchers'd get - trapped. Living wall o' plant matter 'ostile t' anyone. 'ave t' burn it t' get it t' stop spreadin'. Lookin' like the bloody Swamp Thin'. ❞