... I... have what you h-have, don't I. [It's not a question; an incredulous statement, more like. Robert stares down at his hands - his own temperature perception is strange, but he cups his hands slowly and exhales into his palms.
The heat is shocking, like holding his hands up to a flame.
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The heat is shocking, like holding his hands up to a flame.
So my internal temperature is normal, but...]
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... What did they... d-do to us...?