I don't want to hear it. [Chuuta says, because this is his brain, and there's nothing else he wants to hear about it. He kind of thinks he's going to be sick.]
[It might be important.]
I know. Just... go ahead.
[It's replacing Chuuta's tissues with rock, but the tissues are still functioning like they should be.]
[Chuuta looks a little green around the edges, and he feels a little bit like he's going to faint. It's a good thing he's sitting down.]
He says it's replacing my tissues. [Replacing him. He hadn't even noticed it. He still can't breathe, gasping in too shallow and too quick, and he shakes his head like he's trying to get rid of something. He's trying to get the words out around the choking feeling in his throat.]
It's still working, but it's just... it's rock now.
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I don't want to hear it. [Chuuta says, because this is his brain, and there's nothing else he wants to hear about it. He kind of thinks he's going to be sick.]
[It might be important.]
I know. Just... go ahead.
[It's replacing Chuuta's tissues with rock, but the tissues are still functioning like they should be.]
[Chuuta looks a little green around the edges, and he feels a little bit like he's going to faint. It's a good thing he's sitting down.]
He says it's replacing my tissues. [Replacing him. He hadn't even noticed it. He still can't breathe, gasping in too shallow and too quick, and he shakes his head like he's trying to get rid of something. He's trying to get the words out around the choking feeling in his throat.]
It's still working, but it's just... it's rock now.