(EXR-P, sowing: 'Yeah!!! This is awesome!!!') (EXR-P, reaping: 'What the hell??? This sucks!!!')

It wasn’t that you were unintelligent, sometimes you were just a bit slow. In the literal sense, your reaction time wasn’t the most efficient and that, often times, left you pretty wounded. Despite your apparent lack of speed, you somehow stayed alive, traversing the facility with surprising ease. You weren’t fast, but you weren’t stupid, so that may have played a part.

Unfortunately your insufficient reaction time led to undesired circumstances. A run-in with eyefestation left your head aching almost unbearably, your vision blurred and depth perception skewed. You stumble through the halls, clinging to walls when available. Stopping would be asking for something to come maul you. With some luck, you stumble your way into Sebastian’s shop, rather clumsily, feeling your way around the entrance vent’s walls before stabilizing yourself outside of them. The saboteur, after greeting you and getting a very weary response, puts together your situation. He scoffs a laugh. Unfortunately this wasn’t exactly the first time you’d been wounded from your inefficient reaction time.

“Are you serious? Just look away, it’s not that hard.” He lightheartedly jeers as you rub your eyes, your hand quickly moving back to the wall before you stumble over to him, just about able to process where his wares are. He stops you, shifting his tail away by an inch or two. “A medkit won’t help you with that, just… sit down for a second.” He sighs half heartedly, redirecting you gently with a claw to lean against the wall between his desks. “I don’t think you’re ever in a rush anyways.”