a farspeech announcement

[yourattention]

Emotions. [The lack of introduction is partially because Connor rarely bothers anyways and partially because he's trying to minimize the amount of speaking he's doing.] They were banned on Ai'tuoh and I couldn't figure out why then but that's - the more you bottle it up, the faster the flowers grow. Every. Single. Time. You say "I'm f" -

[There's a hiss of pain and then a slow, shaky breath. Yeah, alright. That was maybe not a great idea, given that he knows that's literally how it's triggered.]

Every time you lie about how you feel, something new grows. Every time you tell the truth, I think - I think that's how you cure it. That's why the robots didn't get it at first. That's why the rates of dying were all different.

[Should he take his own advice? Probably. But he's not gonna.]

I have fluro, if you want it. It makes the nausea worse, but it makes it easier to breathe.

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[ohshitsweetflips]

[He'd ask what's eating this dude but a) he doesn't care and b) he already knows the answer. Still, rude.]

So why don't I feel any different, then? It's your dumb theory and even you think it's dumb, so it's gotta be a true thing I just said! Checkmate, weed guy.

[yourattention]

Were you not listening? Lying makes it worse, so it's telling the truth about the things you fucking lie about that cures it. You can't just say shit you would say anyway, Doritos Locos. [I had to look up when the fucking Doritos Locos taco was introduced to make sure I could make this joke.] It's gotta be, like, your repressed shit. You know, "gather the fuck around and we're gonna have a fucking sharing circle" kinda shit.

[Which, of course, is why he thinks it's fucking stupid. That's literally the last thing he wants to be doing.]