EMET CATCHALL

[fleshedout]

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[fleshedout]

I received a gumball. But...

[And there's distaste that suddenly comes, with a grimace.]

I converted it back into tokens. I didn't want it.

[ktiseos]

One of the terrible ones, was it.

[a matching little flicker of discomfort.]

May I ask what? We ought to know what could be out there for others to receive.

[fleshedout]

[A flicker of discomfort from her, as well. To think about it...]

A green one. The power to poison someone.

[ktiseos]

... unpleasant indeed. 'Tis good that you disposed of such a thing.

[he says, as he stands and turns back to her. he's quiet a moment, contemplative, that unease stronger before he seems to shove it down.]

We shall have to make note to watch for its signs, if green should appear again.

[fleshedout]

Yes, we have to. Though...

[And distaste rises again, like bile at the back of the throat.]

I just hate...thinking of this all happening "again". Haven't we had enough?

[ktiseos]

Evidently not, if this is to continue. If we do not find something to do about it-- I suspect it shall simply continue until each of us has refracted. Until none are left.

[fleshedout]

....

[That mental image...]

We can't allow that to happen.