[His stomach churns unpleasantly and he's very glad he only had two bites of the curry, tasty as it was. With little more than bile in his gut, the sour taste on his tongue doesn't make him fear for his flooring as much as he might otherwise. He exhales some of the nausea and leans against the wall with one shoulder, managing an ugly chuckle.] You can't force me into something I don't know how to be in the first place.
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