[Jamil leans in, though not too much--he is interested in this, but he doesn't want to seem too eager, either. Not that Five is likely to notice, drugged to the gills as he is.]
[Hey look, he's actually eating now. Very slowly, yes, but it's still an improvement over just staring at it.
He pauses though and gestures airily with his spoon to explain.]
Hmm. Well there are three different types of natural toxins, right? [You're a bodyguard Jamil, surely you know this.] That is, assuming those flowers used a kind of toxin and not just some magical effect... There are toxins that attack the blood, there are toxins that attack your tissue directly... And the third kind attacks the way electrical signals are passed throughout your body, AKA, your nervous system.
[He pauses to take another spoonful of soup. Slurrrrp. That drug-cooked brain of his is really churning, he's kind of figuring this out in real time? And Jamil is bearing witness to the process.]
...If it was the third type, well... Peil Technologies oh so graciously yanked out all of my major nerves and had them replaced with cutting edge artificial ones. So. You tell me how a neurotoxin is supposed to interact with that.
[If Five was a little less loopy, he might have caught how Jamil's eyes actually widen in alarm at the information. He recovers in the next second, filing that little tidbit away for later, and proceeds as if this were a perfectly normal topic of conversation. He is not here to develop empathy of any kind for Five's situation.]
You're thinking that nullified the neurotoxin? Why would it have had any kind of effect on you, then?
[He's still not convinced the problem isn't you and your Natural Soul, bud.]
Hell if I know. I'm just making my best guess here... But I do think it's a fairly solid guess, considering the other guy I was with who's been planted with the same exact tech as me, had a pretty similar reaction to being stung.
[His gaze grows distant for a moment, and he shivers lightly.]
It's almost like it opened up a direct line between my mind and those lilies... Which would make some amount of sense, actually? Our implants are meant to filter out the negative effects of permet while enhancing the positive ones... And what is the primary function of permet, if not to facilitate communication...?
[He looks back at Jamil suddenly, like he just remembered he's still there.]
...You're lucky YOU didn't get eaten. By those flowers, I mean. I bet that was their whole reason for stinging people in the first place.
[That's... well, okay. Jamil is learning all kinds of things about Five today. He's never heard of this 'permet' before, but from what Five is babbling about, he can kind of guess at what it is and what it does. More info to file away for later!]
That would explain why the toxin would have that effect...
[And he's not going to dwell too long on the thought of what would had happen if he'd stumbled into the flowers instead of away from them, thank you! Instead he leans back and peers at Five suspiciously.]
...but in that case, why bother with all of this?
[Surely the drugs are unnecessary, if the cause was a toxin? Though Jamil won't be the one complaining about taking extra precautions.]
[There are actually a few reasons why: part of it had been out of guilt, and a desire to take extra precautions... He never wants to go through something this horrendous again, after all. The more pressing reason, though?
He shrugs again.]
Because I literally just put all of this together right now in the course of this conversation? Not that figuring it out any sooner would have changed the outcome much... It'd be bad for the big PG's PR if it got out they're letting an Augmented with cannibalism on his record wander around unpunished.
[And, as established, not one Jamil will be arguing. It's no skin off his nose if Five wants to get drugged into uselessness. He flashes Five a polite smile; the point of this for him was to gather information, and he's certainly gotten that. Five can choose to wallow in misery about it or not.]
Food for thought, I suppose. [He stands up smoothly.] Bring the bowl into the kitchen when you're done, please.
[And you better eat it or he's gonna bitch about it.]
[Five grunts automatically and dismissively, not even looking Jamil’s way when he stands up. He’s extremely preoccupied all of a sudden: gaze distant, a furrow in his brow and a small frown on his lips. The wheels in his head are turning a lot harder and a lot faster than they have at any other point since he got back from getting his injection, so… Thanks for stoking up a few of his dormant brain cells, bro.
He will eat the rest of the soup, but he probably will NOT remember to bring the dish to the kitchen. At the very least, it’s almost certain he won’t be bringing it fast enough to satisfy Jamil’s standards.]
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[Jamil leans in, though not too much--he is interested in this, but he doesn't want to seem too eager, either. Not that Five is likely to notice, drugged to the gills as he is.]
What makes you think that, exactly?
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He pauses though and gestures airily with his spoon to explain.]
Hmm. Well there are three different types of natural toxins, right? [You're a bodyguard Jamil, surely you know this.] That is, assuming those flowers used a kind of toxin and not just some magical effect... There are toxins that attack the blood, there are toxins that attack your tissue directly... And the third kind attacks the way electrical signals are passed throughout your body, AKA, your nervous system.
[He pauses to take another spoonful of soup. Slurrrrp. That drug-cooked brain of his is really churning, he's kind of figuring this out in real time? And Jamil is bearing witness to the process.]
...If it was the third type, well... Peil Technologies oh so graciously yanked out all of my major nerves and had them replaced with cutting edge artificial ones. So. You tell me how a neurotoxin is supposed to interact with that.
[He has no filter right now, truly.]
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You're thinking that nullified the neurotoxin? Why would it have had any kind of effect on you, then?
[He's still not convinced the problem isn't you and your Natural Soul, bud.]
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Hell if I know. I'm just making my best guess here... But I do think it's a fairly solid guess, considering the other guy I was with who's been planted with the same exact tech as me, had a pretty similar reaction to being stung.
[His gaze grows distant for a moment, and he shivers lightly.]
It's almost like it opened up a direct line between my mind and those lilies... Which would make some amount of sense, actually? Our implants are meant to filter out the negative effects of permet while enhancing the positive ones... And what is the primary function of permet, if not to facilitate communication...?
[He looks back at Jamil suddenly, like he just remembered he's still there.]
...You're lucky YOU didn't get eaten. By those flowers, I mean. I bet that was their whole reason for stinging people in the first place.
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That would explain why the toxin would have that effect...
[And he's not going to dwell too long on the thought of what would had happen if he'd stumbled into the flowers instead of away from them, thank you! Instead he leans back and peers at Five suspiciously.]
...but in that case, why bother with all of this?
[Surely the drugs are unnecessary, if the cause was a toxin? Though Jamil won't be the one complaining about taking extra precautions.]
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He shrugs again.]
Because I literally just put all of this together right now in the course of this conversation? Not that figuring it out any sooner would have changed the outcome much... It'd be bad for the big PG's PR if it got out they're letting an Augmented with cannibalism on his record wander around unpunished.
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[And, as established, not one Jamil will be arguing. It's no skin off his nose if Five wants to get drugged into uselessness. He flashes Five a polite smile; the point of this for him was to gather information, and he's certainly gotten that. Five can choose to wallow in misery about it or not.]
Food for thought, I suppose. [He stands up smoothly.] Bring the bowl into the kitchen when you're done, please.
[And you better eat it or he's gonna bitch about it.]
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[Five grunts automatically and dismissively, not even looking Jamil’s way when he stands up. He’s extremely preoccupied all of a sudden: gaze distant, a furrow in his brow and a small frown on his lips. The wheels in his head are turning a lot harder and a lot faster than they have at any other point since he got back from getting his injection, so… Thanks for stoking up a few of his dormant brain cells, bro.
He will eat the rest of the soup, but he probably will NOT remember to bring the dish to the kitchen. At the very least, it’s almost certain he won’t be bringing it fast enough to satisfy Jamil’s standards.]