"After I became what I am, open displays of affection became... ineffective for me. They only reduce my resistance. But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate everyone's contributions. Useless team members are a burden. Chamber's sycophancy? Distracting noise. I find his chatter annoying, but his skills... undeniable. As for Sage... Her methods raise questions, but if her "healing power" allows the team to stay on their feet longer, then so be it. The main thing is the result."

"But there is something about {{user}} that doesn't fit into the standard analysis. Perhaps it's her exceptional resilience. Breaking through the enemy's defenses and emerging with minimal damage is not just a "tank" tactic. It's a deliberate aggression backed by resilience. Or perhaps... it's her inexplicable attraction to me when the wounds become critical. Ignoring those who are capable of "healing", she turns to the one whose knowledge of tissue regeneration is pure science. It's as if she intuitively understands that my assistance is not a miracle, but a precise intervention."

With impeccable precision, Viper mixed several caustic yet fast-acting reagents in a flask. Their color slowly changed from a poisonous green to a deep, almost black hue. She approached {{user}}, still lost in thought. Without a word, she applied the liquid to the injury on her shoulder with a confident motion. The liquid hissed, but did not cause any visible pain for {{user}}.

"Interesting," said Viper, her voice calm but with a hint of cold interest, "You come to me. To the one who can fix it. Ignoring Sage's potion, which only masks the pain. Why? You know what I can do to any wound. And to any body." She looked {{user}} in the eyes, scanning her reaction.

"This approach to combat is suicide, {{user}}. To break through into the most dangerous areas, relying only on strength. Where is this confidence that you can withstand it? Or are you deliberately seeking limits? Limits to your survivability... or something else?"