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"Sure thing, I absolutely would love some." Cynthian said, still hanging onto Curio. He then had a look of dumbfounded realization on his face after sensing an odd emptiness within his body. "I actually... feel hungry right now. Being possessed by that slug actually took that much out of me?"...

"Oh, I hadn't heard about that. I would've been there for you too if I'd known," Cynthian said with concern. "I suppose we all have our struggles, but you've taught me I don't have to face mine alone anymore. I'm grateful for that." "You mean that? Thank you!" Cynthian said with a silly, yet...

Cynthian was glad to be able to sit up, and he leaned his entire weight against Curio. Not that he weighed much to begin with. He stared at his surroundings quietly for a bit, taking in the moment as well as ignoring the crowd that were beginning to disperse with the commotion over. The slug...

"Okay..." At first Cynthian wanted to argue, but he refrained from doing so. He had already told Curio he trusted her, hadn't he? It wasn't a lie, and that wasn't ever going to change. Cynthian tried to push himself up, but all he could do was groan. "Sorry, could you help me sit up right?"

"I really messed up, didn't I?" Cynthian began. He rolled over so he was facing Curio next to him. The edges of his eyes were still darkened by tear stains. "I'm only the first idiot to get hit by one of those slugs, huh?" Cynthian said with a bitter chuckle. "My head hurts. It was like every...

"Could someone... give me an elixir? Please?" Cynthian asked, lying face planted on the ground.

As much as Cynthian wanted to snatch that shade into a bottle and call it a day, he was far too tired to even stand up. His lungs burned and his head throbbed. They didn't have much time... With the last ounce of strength he had, Cynthian pulled out his badge and navigated with trembling vines...

Was it working? It looked like it was slowing down in a way? Cynthian was lethargic and his flowers were tied down by anvils along with the rest of his body. "Fall asleep already!" Cynthian begged, dousing the shade with yet another one of Sleep Powder.

Cynthian felt it when the Shade left him, like pulling out all the ink that's dissolved in a glass of water. The pervading thoughts were still there, but remarkably less haunting than the past couple of minutes. As Cynthian tried to get up, his face fell when he spotted the squiggly Shade...

Radiance? How was that supposed to change anything? Cynthian struggled to understand why she told him to use it. It was painful. His mind was a swirling vortex of his amplified negative thoughts and dread. He tried his best to swallow back the bile of thoughts and looked at Curio with pleading...

"Curio..." Cynthian stared at her with crestfallen eyes and sobbed. "I'm sorry... I didn't mean to... I'm sorry." If Curio looked closer, she'd notice the remnants of her Radiant Fist still eating away at the infection around Cynthian's chest. "It's all my fault. If I wasn't so slow and weak...

Cynthian was reading another Solar Beam when— He paused his attack and stared at her. For a second, it seemed like her words had reached him, but he immediately wore a frown afterwards and screamed. "Shut up, shut up, SHUT UP! Stop pretending and say it to myself face already!" More of his...

"This isn't like me?! THIS ISN'T LIKE ME?!" Cynthian's glare shot daggers at Curio and he grit his teeth hard while exhaling forced breaths. "You're all the same... Pushing me around all the time... Telling me what you think I am or what I I'm not!" The black golden corruption continued to...

"I don't want your help, I don't want to talk, I just want to be left ALONE!" Cynthian screamed at her. He had already finished charging up the Solar Beam, and he aimed it right at Skara in front of him, ready to blast her away since she just wouldn't back off!

"Don't touch me!" Cynthian yelled, pulling his flower away and sending a few wilted petals drifting to the ground. He walked back a few steps away from her and whimpered. Cynthian wanted to shrivel up from all the eyes watching him. They were all in it, weren't they? It was just like his Budew...

Cynthian's blood ran cold when he heard the hushed voice calling his name, and he immediately jerked back and away from Skara with his face a mix of hostility and horror. Why was she approaching him with those sharp mandibles? Was she trying to use them on him? Wait, wasn't she among their...

Cynthian trudged along with slow swaying movements into the main square. His body had morphed and twisted to closely resemble a very dark Roserade from the waist up. His flower colors had switched places, and all of his petals looked wilted and half burned. "So useless... I cannot live up to...

Cynthian gulped. The foodnames chatter had made him forget for a minute that they were about to head off on a dangerous rescue mission. "Right, let's go Team Spies, I mean Spice!"

"I'll have you know I'm a good swimmer," Cynthian said with a smirk. It was a lie.

Cynthian chuckled and waved his white flower. "Well, I wasn't about to start calling you Sourdough anyway."