The term was definitely a mouthful, but as a concept it was simple enough to understand. Someone like Jade probably would have been able to wrap his head around it a little more easily, but Guy just thought of it as Earth's version of fonons. He knew that those could be manipulated in a person, oftentimes with a negative effect, and so the possibilities of what had been done to Claude were definitely sobering.
It seemed like Claude was pretty much in the dark about what the bottom line was, though, which was almost worse than having all the excruciating details to relay. Now they would just have to wait for something bad to happen, and being on edge like that was a recipe for disaster considering what this place already put them through on a daily basis.
Claude wasn't in total dismay, though, in that he had at least made it out of bed and was willing to talk about what had happened. That didn't mean he was doing well, though, and Guy wasn't sure what he could do beyond physically being there as someone to talk to. When he spotted his friend messing with the coverings over his eyes again, he gently reached forward to grab Claude's wrists and return them to his lap.
"It's better to leave it alone," he cautioned. "Which I know is probably hard, but you have to try and let them heal." Now that he was done being overly concerned, Guy pulled his hands away and let out a sigh, rubbing at his own eyes wearily. "Anyway, if they altered your... DNA, do you have any idea of what the effect will be? Or is it pretty much a mystery?" Guy had a feeling it was the latter, but he might as well check.
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It seemed like Claude was pretty much in the dark about what the bottom line was, though, which was almost worse than having all the excruciating details to relay. Now they would just have to wait for something bad to happen, and being on edge like that was a recipe for disaster considering what this place already put them through on a daily basis.
Claude wasn't in total dismay, though, in that he had at least made it out of bed and was willing to talk about what had happened. That didn't mean he was doing well, though, and Guy wasn't sure what he could do beyond physically being there as someone to talk to. When he spotted his friend messing with the coverings over his eyes again, he gently reached forward to grab Claude's wrists and return them to his lap.
"It's better to leave it alone," he cautioned. "Which I know is probably hard, but you have to try and let them heal." Now that he was done being overly concerned, Guy pulled his hands away and let out a sigh, rubbing at his own eyes wearily. "Anyway, if they altered your... DNA, do you have any idea of what the effect will be? Or is it pretty much a mystery?" Guy had a feeling it was the latter, but he might as well check.