"He did. But there are things you can take to help that, and you know it. They wouldn't let you go through this if they knew."

No. To the contrary, they would modify the programmable matter in whatever way would keep their weapon in top condition. Not that it would be pleasant, but it'd be something. Sion would never admit it, though. Never had, not even when he'd first told Ryner about his symptoms.

"I think you like having a convenient excuse to martyr yourself. Anyway, I brought you this and you're going to drink it. Don't argue with me."

It wasn't much, just one of the nutritional supplements he took himself when he wasn't able to stomach food due to the biotech. It didn't happen nearly as often as it did to Sion, and his symptoms were a lot less severe and much less frequent, but it was still something he made sure he had the supplies for.

He got up to set the bottle on the desk, next to the untouched tea, and flopped immediately back down to the couch.

"And you need to sleep. That's not something that can be impeded by your symptoms so don't even try it. And you're going to distract me with work when you're being an idiot. I was fine. Now drink that thing so we can both sleep."

His eyes were already closed, but then again, they usually were.