[He should be afraid of the vectors, maybe. Probably. He is afraid of them, but he's afraid of what they'll do the world, not to him. He closes his eyes with a relieved little shudder, leans into her hands.]
But I feel. Poisoned, I feel so sick, Abigail. You know that story where Thor goes to the giants, and they make him drink from a giant's mead-horn, only he can't ever finish it because it's magic and really it's the ocean? I feel like that, like I've been drinking the ocean, and the whole ocean is death and I -
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[He should be afraid of the vectors, maybe. Probably. He is afraid of them, but he's afraid of what they'll do the world, not to him. He closes his eyes with a relieved little shudder, leans into her hands.]
But I feel. Poisoned, I feel so sick, Abigail. You know that story where Thor goes to the giants, and they make him drink from a giant's mead-horn, only he can't ever finish it because it's magic and really it's the ocean? I feel like that, like I've been drinking the ocean, and the whole ocean is death and I -