Legion. [He turns his head to see them and swallows, tasting the sharp copper and slightly off tinge that is unique to his own blood. Legion’s posture and chatter only reminds him that there is something wrong.

Another spasm hits him and he turns his head away and leans forward in time to cough up more petals. The air feels too warm. The fever he had been battling is getting worse. Keith sighs.]

I thought we would be immune if it ever happened again. ...I’m not. [He wipes his mouth and looks at his bloody hand. Just like last time.] I won’t let myself die from it. But I don’t know about the others.