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You leap to your feet, grimacing at the pain but nevertheless slapping away Veigar’s attempt to reach out and help you.

“Bullshit! I wasn’t the only one who got hit with those weapons! What about the hundun, HUH?”

“The transference might not be a certainty,” Veigar allows. “Not everyone who comes in contact with a contagion catches the disease. This is… Similar. It’s worth checking the hundun, too, but if I had to guess… It’s simply more resistant to this sort of thing, being both a Dark God and a descendant of the Bonum Chaoticum. A powerful soul and a body that constantly heals and shifts… It would have an easier time fighting off any sort of infection, physical or spiritual.”

“You callin’ me weak?!”

“I’m calling you a mortal being, Zee,” Veigar says gently, and this time you allow him to place a hand upon your shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

The chill in your chest settles into a single ball of ice, which falls to the pit of your stomach and sits there like a physical manifestation of the weight of this diagnosis.

What do you say, or do, next?
>Ask if you’re going to die, and how much longer you have
>Go see Khorine—maybe she can help?
>Talk to Veigar about Chang Lanseoul’s master, and his condition, instead
>Demand to try the forge anyway—you have to TRY, at least!
>Retreat to your room—you need to be alone
>Write-in