|laughmakerj sent: I've heard mention if an illness. What exactly is wrong with you? No cure?|
"…— Well. You’re certainly one of the first to actually ask about my illness, right off the bat. Most just try their best to keep away from me, assuming that it’s contagious. Which, I gladly inform you— it’s not.
It’s… — it’s hard to describe. There’s no known cure, as far as I can tell. Mother, back in my youth took me to numerous Noxian Doctors— and a handful of Zaunite Doctors as well. They knew, nor found nothing.
As for the symptoms, it… comes and goes in waves. Horrible chest pains. Fevers, cold sweats. Dizziness, nausea. Weakness and violent coughing— which sometimes brings up blood. Strained breathing from the chest pains themselves, and…”
There was a tense pause. A feeling of deep worry~ as if unsettled by a grim thought or memory washing over him, in spite of his relatively calm expression. "… —Hallucinations. Terrible hallucinations. That’d be all, though. I’ve only got about ten years left in me if I can’t find a cure. But I will not merely accept Death until I’m absolutely sure that there is no other way."