Van watched warily as Ewa bent over, and pushed the spilled liquid into her body. He winced at her reaction: it wasn't made for her, at any rate. Green Vivalite, specifically, was the Human-made version and while it worked for many organics, its main market was Humans, since many species tended to live longer either naturally, or through permanent genetic modification.
Humans liked to be "in control" of their biological destinies, and perhaps that was why so many were attracted to drugs and medicine. Vivalite was a quick, effective, fix, which delighted Humans, since many didn't always prefer expensive permanent changes to their genetic or physical profiles.
Yet, the price was paid in its addictiveness, and historically, Vivalite could be compared to the opium trade the British used to pressure the Chinese during the Opium Wars, long ago. Thankfully, unlike opium, properly administered Vivalite did its advertised job without too many ill effects. The addiction could even be bypassed with proper single-moment use.
"Like I said," Van stated, "There's the too pureness of the Vivalite. I'm taking the hazardous guess that it started attacking the body, mmm, chaa? It needs to be on the dilute with the other chemicals for it to work right, and even then, I'm not the Doctor, chaa."
He noted the swirling changes in the pigment of her hand, and bit his lip, before it quickly disappeared. She was probably trying to correct the course of the Vivalite, and somehow it worked.
"The body, yours, it's under your control, so you don't... Nichaa, you don't need the Vivalite. In any case, common cases require only the Vivacure, which is weaker, much weaker."
He glanced back at Rathien, and was well-aware that the Hunter had adjusted to his position faster than Van. I feel so out of whack. It's like how I felt when I left Beryllia all over again... Tch. I need to step it up. If the rest of the Court could see me now, they would be wondering what's wrong with me!
I'm a Pirate Lord, dammit! I didn't get there fumbling around, all distracted by cute girls and Hegemonic Hunters! If I was back home, this wouldn't be happening. It can't be true, what station you're born in is not genetic.
Van glared at Rathien, his fury at himself and his situation growing, I may have been born beneath this guy, but by traditional birthright, I'm on even with him. Better than him, even. And besides, I've unchained myself from that world!
I have to get a serious grip on things, or I'm going to lose this game.
