Son This Ain't A Dream No More Its The Real Thing

Áskell frowned as he saw the glowing liquid spilling from Jigsaw's nose. Crap. So they were both sick. His brow furrowed at the mention of growing fungi and crystals. What the hell was going on? Jigsaw mentioned their father and Áskell shook his head. "No way, there's no way dad would do this to us. It was a wicked spirit, I'm sure. It pretended to be dad, lured us into a trap and cursed us." It was the only explanation that made sense to him but now the question was how did they lift the curse.

"Jigsaw… what do we do? Do you think you can cure it?" He'd never really talked much about spirits or curses with his father and he wasn't sure who to consult with this kind of thing. If Jigsaw couldn't help them, then what could they possibly do?