"Fine then."
*He holds out a vial of clear liquid.*
"This is a cure-all. The only problem is, it may not be accepted by your bodies white blood cells, and boils your blood. Literally."
*He extends it to him.*
"It's yours if you want it."
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"It would have been better, and I would have had time to warn you before the hallucinations began." *He says as he backs out the, froth dripping from Johns mouth already. He looks at the Shephard standing guard next to him.* "Run." *He shuts the door quickly and plants himself in front of it.*
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[b]his eyes narrow, his bones crack and his blood boils, not enough to kill him, although extremely painful. He claws at himself with two claws simile to Shepards. He sees only red and claws at the living things in the room,/perceiving them as the monger that killed those closest to him. A half an hour later claw marks and ramblings litter the walls as he seems to calm down[/b]
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[spoiler]Sorry. Busy yesterday.[/spoiler] *Vrael smirks.* "So you've made it. Be ready, that was just the first stage. I would be consuming liquids while you're still able to move. Lots of them...how much do you weigh?"