This one's mild compared to the others, but still just as exhausting. Cloud's hand tries to come off his arm to wipe away at... something dribbling out of his mouth, but that hand is coated in the same gunk and he doesn't want to smear it on his face instead. The hand hovers over his chest for a few minutes, finally cracking open an eye to glance at it, but it's bright green and slitted, rather than his usual blue.]
Sorry.
[He closes the eye again. Doesn't want to make this worse than it is.]
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This one's mild compared to the others, but still just as exhausting. Cloud's hand tries to come off his arm to wipe away at... something dribbling out of his mouth, but that hand is coated in the same gunk and he doesn't want to smear it on his face instead. The hand hovers over his chest for a few minutes, finally cracking open an eye to glance at it, but it's bright green and slitted, rather than his usual blue.]
Sorry.
[He closes the eye again. Doesn't want to make this worse than it is.]
Give... give me another minute.