〈 the corner of her mouth turns up. 〉 I appreciate it. Been working on practicing what I preach. Sometimes I do good, sometimes I relapse. It's a…not really a fun ride. It is a ride.

〈 for a brief moment, she looks away. her teeth gently worry the side of her lip. she seems to be turning over a decision, and finally faces viveca again. 〉

Actually…there is something. Dr. McCoy— 〈 her throat closes up. she has to swallow a couple of times before her voice is hers again. 〉 When he diagnosed me, he explained that medication would help, but the only real treatment is exposure. Considering my luck, 〈 her laugh is short, 〉 next mission is Giant Lizard Island, and I go into another flashback.

〈 leaving aside what the orbs can do…gwen has to think of venom. it feels what she does—meaning it too feels her intense and abrupt surges of panic when she encounters a trigger. and…she has to think of herself too.

she looks down at her beat up black chucks, shifts her weight. 〉

Peter's house is next door to mine. His things are still in his room. Could you…grab something for me? Anything really.