UNTOUCHABLE

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Caption: Turns out Rawlin's still a godseed carrier.

Images: Rawlin, expression remorseful and shoulders hunched and fluffed, says, "I'm so sorry," to Rogan, who matter-of-factly looks over the residual burns on his arm and responds, "No harm done. I'd rather find out this way on purpose."

Caption: This means we can't safely touch most of her bodily fluids.

Images: little pictures of different fluids, with notes as to their danger level.

Saliva: No. (What Ro tested with.)
Sex fluids: BIG no.
Sweat: burns but no infestation.
Tears: A-OK!
Blood: ???? (haven't tried, don't want to)

Caption: And he likely can't safely touch our mucus membranes or open wounds.

Images: Crossed-out images of all the shit Rawlin can't touch: tongue, genitals, eyes/tears, blood or wounds.

Caption: It's no wonder she wears gloves all the time. Easy protection.

Image: Rawlin and Mori holding hands. Rawlin wears gloves.

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Caption: Rawlin got infected/infested twenty-five years ago. It's only in the past couple years it's gotten managed.

Image: Rawlin in full god-eaten emissary mode, big, buff, and with a manic expression. Little arrows point with various notes:

* (arrow to smile) teeth-grinding grin
* (arrow to head) inability to delay gratification, control impulse, or plan ahead; constantly blasted with endorphin ecstasy
* (no arrow) bodily limits? What are those? Everything feels amazing forever!
* (arrow to hand) liable to lose all muscle control to the god if it wants something he doesn't
* (no arrow) damn near fucking unkillable; "life enduring"
* (arrow to gaping bloody wound in his chest, stuffed with a giant godseed) primary site of infestation; lack of ability to care for others, combined with feelings of Cosmic Purpose (TM)
* (arrow to groin) high libido, easy orgasms, combines BADLY w/the rest
* (no arrow) kept in a physical state the god sees as "perfect."

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Caption: Even though he's lucid now, it's no surprise that it'd still have effects on him. A "cure" may not exist.

Image: Rawlin as she is now, having lost a significant amount of weight, no longer so buff, cheeks hollow and depressed expression. Little arrows point with various notes:

* (arrow to face) flat affect
* (arrow to head) depressed, self-loathing, always second-guessing, massive endorphin hangover... but can think clearly and plan ahead; easily overwhelmed
* (no arrow) no longer getting juiced for extra performance
* (arrow to hand) nobody controls her body now but her (right?)
* (no arrow) still damn near fucking unkillable; all suicide attempts failed (and she tried a LOT)
* (arrow to scar on chest) seed out, heartbeat back; filled with guilt, shame, and remorse which leads her to flee others; feels like a monster
* (arrow to hand clutching a pill bottle) new antidepressants (they help!)
* (arrow to groin) lol nope you ain't never getting off again, buddy; low libido, high shame
* (no arrow) lost weight, looks haggard; no longer looks like a bad romance novel

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Caption: Rawlin already feels tainted and dangerous. This doesn't help.

Images: Rawlin, fluffed and agitated, snarls, "Why would you CHOOSE me? I'm a walking godplague!" Mori, unperturbed, responds, "OR, you have a chronic, manageable health condition, like HIV. C'mon, guy."

Rawlin looks at her gloved hands, fur smoothing but still clearly unhappy. "My body feels like a weapon of our abusers," she says. "Untouchable."

Mori leans on Rawlin's shoulder and takes her hand. "You're not untouchable to me," she says.