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Thousands have changed, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. Kaiju Blue poisoning was eventually lethal, but the infection was their way out.
They hasn’t really been such a sense of urgency. The quarantines were holding, and were mostly being broken deliberately, and anyone who changed was at least stable-
And maybe Newt wanted to maintain an excuse, for as long as possible.
“I’m not going back,” He announces, slumping back on the bed.
“Where were you thinking of going?” Hermann rolls over, resting two right hands on his side.
“Well, back to human.” Newt cranes his head back, “It’s an option now.”
Hermann’s spines fall flat. “Oh,” he’s trying for pleasure, but it’s dull, hopeless.
Newt rolls over. “I’m not changing.” He says firmly. “I like being like this- and you can say you do too.”
Hermann’s spines perk up a little, he tucks his head into Newt’s shoulder.
“You’re beautiful.” Newt says softly. “Anyway, didn’t you pretend to have MS? That’s a pretty good excuse for not going back.”
Hermann nods, Newt strokes his beautiful, glossy back.
“And we won’t be the only ones,” Newt continues, “S’not just those with Kaiju Blue poisoning, it’s a way out for a lot of people with terminal things.”
And maybe, in time, however many years, there might be a community. Other people like them.
Thousands have changed, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands. Kaiju Blue poisoning was eventually lethal, but the infection was their way out.
They hasn’t really been such a sense of urgency. The quarantines were holding, and were mostly being broken deliberately, and anyone who changed was at least stable-
And maybe Newt wanted to maintain an excuse, for as long as possible.
“I’m not going back,” He announces, slumping back on the bed.
“Where were you thinking of going?” Hermann rolls over, resting two right hands on his side.
“Well, back to human.” Newt cranes his head back, “It’s an option now.”
Hermann’s spines fall flat. “Oh,” he’s trying for pleasure, but it’s dull, hopeless.
Newt rolls over. “I’m not changing.” He says firmly. “I like being like this- and you can say you do too.”
Hermann’s spines perk up a little, he tucks his head into Newt’s shoulder.
“You’re beautiful.” Newt says softly. “Anyway, didn’t you pretend to have MS? That’s a pretty good excuse for not going back.”
Hermann nods, Newt strokes his beautiful, glossy back.
“And we won’t be the only ones,” Newt continues, “S’not just those with Kaiju Blue poisoning, it’s a way out for a lot of people with terminal things.”
And maybe, in time, however many years, there might be a community. Other people like them.