[At the beginning, Lance had hoped he would, some how, be immune. He had been running around Umui for a month by now, and everything had seemed fine. Any sign of this disease besides the flowers left behind seemed to all be gone.
But then people had shown up underground, and it seems like everything - everyone - has gone downhill so fast. (Maybe he had been sick the whole time - maybe he had been since since the dream of something killing him from the inside?)]
Mira?
[He blinks, putting his wrist to his mouth as he coughs - the left. The blooms of hydrangea are densest around his right shoulder. He can't feel much of that arm at all, anymore.]
Are you-? [Sick, too, is what he wants to ask, cut off by another, wracking cough.]
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But then people had shown up underground, and it seems like everything - everyone - has gone downhill so fast. (Maybe he had been sick the whole time - maybe he had been since since the dream of something killing him from the inside?)]
Mira?
[He blinks, putting his wrist to his mouth as he coughs - the left. The blooms of hydrangea are densest around his right shoulder. He can't feel much of that arm at all, anymore.]
Are you-? [Sick, too, is what he wants to ask, cut off by another, wracking cough.]