[ The hatch closes behind them, and the lights of the ship come on automatically. It's easier to fall back into his old routine of interfacing with the ship instead of pressing buttons. ]
They are inside of me. I believe... I may be becoming a tree myself.
[ There are small patches of white bark on the walls, similar to the texture on the slim branch that retreats and coils itself around his arm. It's not a lie, what he just said - but not the complete truth either.
He will force himself to become a tree if it means not becoming a monster. ]
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They are inside of me. I believe... I may be becoming a tree myself.
[ There are small patches of white bark on the walls, similar to the texture on the slim branch that retreats and coils itself around his arm. It's not a lie, what he just said - but not the complete truth either.
He will force himself to become a tree if it means not becoming a monster. ]