"I'm not... the best when it comes to explaining these things, but." Faye swallows thickly, rubbing her hand against her forehead, trying to force away the tension there. "The virus was man-made. It goes into your bloodstream and kind of mimics the shape of your lymphocytes, I think, or something that you'd normally find there. Goes up to your brain and starts attacking, and then you just... you just bleed out."
She remembers the hoarse cries of a young man, pounding against the walls, trying to escape his fate. Arms flailing through visions that no one could make sense of, and that no one could touch. Slipping always between their fingers.
"Ironically, the antidote is practically the same thing. Nanomachines that target the virus. And whenever... whenever the virus reaches your brain, or when the antivirus tries to stop it, you see a flash. Right in front of you. Slow-moving, like a butterfly."
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Date: 2012-01-29 07:13 pm (UTC)She remembers the hoarse cries of a young man, pounding against the walls, trying to escape his fate. Arms flailing through visions that no one could make sense of, and that no one could touch. Slipping always between their fingers.
"Ironically, the antidote is practically the same thing. Nanomachines that target the virus. And whenever... whenever the virus reaches your brain, or when the antivirus tries to stop it, you see a flash. Right in front of you. Slow-moving, like a butterfly."