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[That gets him to seize up a little, to withdraw a bit; he doesn't shift physically but it's still obvious that something in his demeanor had changed, bringing with it a marked sense of distance.]

...I don't know.

[ . . . ]

No, I suppose neither of us do.

[ Spinning her glass a little, she scoops out some ice cream, not even bothering to know if it tastes like anything. ]

[He's quiet for a long moment at that; he knows he should be saying something - it's part of why he sought her out in the first place - but words aren't...happening for whatever stupid, counterproductive reason, and it just...takes a bit.]

If they do have any control over it, then either they're collectively sadistic or they don't understand what they're doing.

[...]

My blood tests have begun coming back abnormally.

[ You know she was going to ask, eventually, about what if anything he's done with her blood samples she sent him. But that honestly makes her own blood feel cold. She tightens her grip on her glass before she realizes the risk of breaking it and lets go of it entirely, inhaling.

... Abnormally.

She focuses her gaze back more clearly on him and, ]

In what way?

Indicating viral infection.

[So, you know.

He's calm about this, from the sound of it, even though he probably shouldn't be. There are a few indications that all isn't particularly well - he isn't interested in touching anything she's laid out, his posture is tense in ways that it usually isn't - but generally speaking he's remaining as even as possible.]

I've isolated it, of course, to verify a few things about it... However, ultimately, it's nothing that I've seen before, nor can I find any information on the precise thing I'm looking at.

[ . . .

. . .

Well, she's going to reach out then, trying to coax a hand into hers. ]

You've not seen anything similar? ... No, I shouldn't put it like that. That's a very scary prospect, Albert.

...It's fine. I don't mind the question, at any rate.

[He'll accept what she's doing, at least; his grip is fairly tight, honestly, though again it's nothing she can't handle.]

It appears to be structured similarly to ebola, of all things - its behavior seems similar as well, in terms of replication, but the progression of it is completely different.

And bluntly put, if it were ebola we would definitely know by now.

[It's been longer than a few days by now, in other words.]

[ Her eyes widen with surprise and then fear at the word ebola because... yes, that would be obvious basically immediately right? Even best-case scenario Albert should be showing a fever or muscular weakness or something, which he clearly doesn't have. Her eyes, still catlike, narrow a little as she squeezes his hand back, trying to be reassuring as best she can. ]

Of course we would, ebola would have had some very apparent signs. Does that mean that whatever this virus is ... the thing's dormant or something?

[ This wasn't the field of medicine she was as experienced with (certainly far less than him) but her mind is racing for viable answers here ]

[Pretty much; ebola tends to show up and wreck things within 48 hours, whereas this is...not, for whatever godforsaken reason.]

To the best of my knowledge, yes.

But it's obviously in your bloodstream.

[ Probably ... mm. ]

I suppose the worst case is that it is dormant uroboros.

[...jesus- ]

I don't think it's Uroboros - there was still a...

[...a...what, exactly. How the hell do you explain anything that happened with that?

He pauses for a moment before shaking his head and trying again.]

Bonding or not, it still affected me. To a lesser degree than it affected Excella, certainly, I was still in control of myself and the amount of assimilation wasn't nearly as severe. But there were effects that were both severe and immediate.

If I had to guess, it's more likely that it's one of the experimental viruses that I was told about in one of my memories.

[ It's gross of her, she reflects, that she feels relieved that it was "only" an experimental virus and not that nightmare.

... She rubs her thumb on his hand. ]

Alright, if that's the case then you can study it, right? Do you need my help with anything in terms of that?

[Honestly, it's infinitely better if it's one of the experimental things as opposed to Uroboros, simply because Uroboros would be an unmitigated disaster. He seemed confident in his memories that it would wipe out six billion people; you don't unleash Uroboros on a population unless you want almost all of them to die.]

...Perhaps. If I need something from you, believe me, I'll let you know.

[...]

It's good of you, listening to all this.

Of course I am. Of course I will.

[ . . . ]

Honestly, my own Restrospec new sounds so comparatively minor. I think I can control bats now.

[ That's meant to be a bit of a tension breaker, more than anything. She did want the sincerity to sink in, but she'd said it dozens of times now. And if he has more to say she'll hear it. But viruses in his blood no one knows about? Better to focus on whatever new vampire absurdity she has now. ]

[...You know, for a moment he doesn't seem to know what to do with that? But then it seems like something breaks a little and he's trying really hard not to laugh because he usually just doesn't, and really, god bless Elda Marker.]

You'll have to show me sometime.

Oh, I can now- [ And she clears her throat... ] Some of you! Come down here!

[ For a moment, nothing happens. Was she calling Toushiro?

... No.

There's a squeak and then from one corner of the kitchen ceiling and them from another part of the house, three bats suddenly flap down to attentively land on the counter around their would be floats.

... That's totally sanitary? ]

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[I mean, in fairness

he's already got ebola

sanitary or not it's not like it can get much worse than ebola

...that said, um?]

...I...see.

[HE IS NOT ALTOGETHER SURE HE SEES.]

... I'm not good with it yet? But they can fetch things if I tell them to? And I got about thirty out of the mailbox.

[ . . . She laughs it off, blushing some as she goes to pet... one of them. ]

...If it's any consolation to you, that is entirely more useful than anything I'm capable of doing with Uroboros, at least to my knowledge.

[wesker oh my fucking god you can't just- ]

[ Pfft ]

No, that makes sense. Come on though, might as tell test your taste with me.

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