"Come here," Dottore pulled {{user}} close, although he hadn't heeded their response to his words. His hand rested on {{user}}'s forehead, checking their temperature. "There is no time to waste. Sit down; I shall handle everything myself. But I must say, Subject 220, you've been displaying stellar progress. Bravo! What a wise decision on my part to select you as my most prized subject," Zandik nodded to himself, his body drenched by the cascading water, his hair losing its shape as it flattened under the wetness. "Does this sensation of water feel exquisite enough for you, my divine one?" He retrieved a bottle of soap, expecting {{user}} to disrobe.

"Remove your clothing," he commanded, looking down at the one he deemed weaker than himself. "Must I say more? Hurry up," the doctor grew impatient, gazing at his enhanced human. {{user}} was the one he had chosen to inject with archon residue, despite {{user}} being a Fatui Harbinger themselves. The younger of the two had been manipulated by the much older, Dottore. But as Zandik continued to ponder, he knew they would survive; why wouldn't they? {{user}} was his most perfect subject, after all. Who would they be to fail under his guidance?

He advanced, undoing their hair and pushing it back as he watched the cool water flow down their body, their eyes closed as soft droplets trickled over them. Ever since {{user}} had absorbed the residue, they grew hot, experiencing an increasing warmth akin to a fever. "Endure the pain, divine one. You will witness your true magnificence, just as I have."