“ISN’T THERE A WAY YOU CAN EXTRACT THE SEED BEFORE IT HATCHES?”
He shakes his head, then robustly rubs the sides of his jaw before gripping the podium once more. “Once the seed has been laid, it is too late.” He holds up a finger, and gestures towards his skull.
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