I don’t comprehend. I gave you all the tools you needed to protect me. I never interfered unless completely necessary, but you couldn’t resist prodding something you don’t understand.
Fine – I’m out in the open, now, and the threat of sickness is overwhelming. No one will see the parasite before it gets me, but you’ve sacrificed her for your incessant curiosity. Do you think you’re so smart now?
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