Pitou groaned. The situation was growing more confusing and irritating by the second. It’s either that or it pulled us completely into…whatever this place is. That’s if this isn’t some shared hallucination.

How can we be classified as toxins? We are a part of our body. Not some..foreign material.

She knelt down and prodded the ground. “A toxin is something foreign, dangerous or unwanted.” She thinks, pressing a glob between her fingers. “I’ve felt completely hostile and ready to kill since I’ve arrived. I haven’t had a desire to do that for quite a while.”

Brat, I need you to think a moment. If there was something you wanted to change or remove of yourself, what might it be?