[An Immortal Cell. A perfect cell. Capable of creating life. Capable of so much, and yet primarily used to wreak utter destruction on a world that did not need to be shattered further. The husks of fallen Titans, molded into the landscape, stood testament to the legacy of that havoc and the echoes it left behind.]
[An Immortal Cell could never be contained in a vessel, no matter how perfect. It swallowed everything it touched whole and clawed hungrily for more.]
not a vessel now
[It is both a question and a concern given words - a first, for them, in many ways.]
[It seems the day is one for many firsts.]
not sick
[Now, it seems, the Knight's concern for the Drifter's illness has crystalized into something far greater than simple worry for someone's failing health. They'd not thought it anything more than that.]
no subject
[An Immortal Cell could never be contained in a vessel, no matter how perfect. It swallowed everything it touched whole and clawed hungrily for more.]
not a vessel now
[It is both a question and a concern given words - a first, for them, in many ways.]
[It seems the day is one for many firsts.]
not sick
[Now, it seems, the Knight's concern for the Drifter's illness has crystalized into something far greater than simple worry for someone's failing health. They'd not thought it anything more than that.]
[They'd simply assumed.]