[But this time, his attempt to protect the flower is far too little, too late. The machine explodes among a shower of even more crystalline shards. Turo throws up an arm to protect himself. Unlike the rest of you, the shrapnel certainly does seem to cut him - his blood is a little strangely iridescent.
This stays, along with the rest of the changes to his body. Destroying the machine isn't enough to revert that, it seems.]
How selfish. [He spits, fuming.] To destroy everyone else's chance like that. No matter - I'll make another.
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[But this time, his attempt to protect the flower is far too little, too late. The machine explodes among a shower of even more crystalline shards. Turo throws up an arm to protect himself. Unlike the rest of you, the shrapnel certainly does seem to cut him - his blood is a little strangely iridescent.
This stays, along with the rest of the changes to his body. Destroying the machine isn't enough to revert that, it seems.]
How selfish. [He spits, fuming.] To destroy everyone else's chance like that. No matter - I'll make another.