Research Assistant

The paranoid thoughts that had begun to swirl around his mind made it difficult to do anything but go along with what Misery was asking him to do. He wanted to belong, wanted to fit in with his peers - at any cost. He was afraid of being ostracized for being sick even more than he was scared about getting more sick. He wouldn't blame them for not wanting him near, in case he was contagious... but anything he could do to avoid that outcome was exactly what he'd do, without thinking. He watched the rabbits carefully as he sat back and examined the ones he'd fed, wondering if the effects would be immediate or gradual. His own sickness had been gradual, but then the effects had happened quickly, not long after he'd tried running up Mount Volkan with Aryn.

He nodded at the instructions, doing as he was told and breaking off a bit of crystal and feeding it to the same rabbit. It choked it down, not completely by its own accord, and Veigar beamed proudly. By now the ooze was dripping down his face again and making a mess. A bath was definitely in order, once he was done assisting Misery. "Maybe," he half-agreed quietly. Veigar didn't know what the cure might be; he didn't think he'd be the one to figure it out anyway but he hoped he might be privy to the information once someone figured it out.