Kelvin groaned audibly as Clarinet hefted him onto his feet and helped him hobble over to the medical machine. No matter how long he'd known Clarinet, genuine care felt weird to Kelvin; he loved the feeling it gave him, but something in his mind told him he didn't deserve it<br/><br/>"I could've made it myself, boss. You don't have to fuss over me," he said in a rather playful tone "...but thank you," he added sincerely as Clarinet assisted him into the tank.<br/><br/>The medicine in the tank was a rather viscous, unpleasant fluid that smelled a bit like corn. Kelvin placed the mask over his face, less out of fear of drowning and more so because the thought of inhaling this goop was enough to make Kelvin's stomach turn.<span style="font-weight: bold">"Does that feel any better?"</span>Clarinet asked<span style="font-weight: bold">"I know that the stuff in there is quite gross, and I know you'll be tasting it for a while, but you'll recover much more quickly this way."</span><br/><br/>Kelvin gave his teammate a thumbs up "My appetite is destroyed for the time being, but other than that I'm solid."<br/><br/>His physical wounds didn't bug him much, but his body was slowly working out whatever that planet had been doing to his mind. His body was wracked with tiny tremors and his head ached. Kelvin gave the tank a once over before trying his best to settle in it comfortably. He was about to make a dumb remark about how they should request a better-flavored tank next time, but Clarinet cut him off.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">"There were a few things that I needed to speak to you about,"</span>Clarinet tone conveyed something peculiar. Kelvin couldn't place what it was, but it made him straighten up.<span style="font-weight: bold">"These creatures are what I can become if I ever were to lose control of myself. Promise me...if that ever were to happen, and I were to ever become a mindless drone like that, you would put me down from on high."</span>Kelvin sucked in a breath audibly and his chest rose and fell visibly as the words hit him hard. Clarinet was giving him such a plain expression as if he hadn't just request Kelvin be at the ready to kill him. Kelvin gave a silent nod; his mind, however,was screaming. Kelvin just settled on the thought that it would never happen; Clarinet was too smart to let it happen.<br/><br/><span style="font-weight: bold">" Perhaps, more importantly, the intelligence that I communicated with...called you 'an assailant'. It seems like your species attacked this planet a while ago, and the creatures here want to obliterate you. I think that's what it is. I can't be sure, I'll be honest, but that's what it's looking like."</span><br/><br/>Kelvin gave a bitter chuckle at the statement "Aww, a whole planet of abominations just for me?"  he joked, a tremor apparent in his voice "and I didn't get them anything!"<br/><br/>Clarinet continued, unphased<span style="font-weight: bold">"The message that got us here was allegedly a warning to stay away rather than a distress call. That fact makes me think this whole thing is a trap, especially if someone has a blood feud against your race of men."</span><br/><br/>"You think? With the Frost Demons track record, I'd get rid of the fucking monsters if I had the chance too!" the statement was filled with malice but Kelvin delivered it matter-of-factly, almost gloomy even. Without a moment to spare Kelvin leaned against the back of the tank and tapped his hand idly against his leg. He was trying desperately to think of something else to say, but his emotions were overflowing and his thoughts kept returning to his kin. Every second that went past made him equal parts more enraged and helplessly sad. He wanted very badly to hit something or scream or..... he didn't know. Running his hands over his face, he gritted his teeth and gave a frustrated groan in an attempt to contain himself. He took a deep breath to calm himself.<br/><br/>"So whatever you met in the dome said it was a warning? hmmm," Kelvin leaned forwards and placed his hand against the glass of the tank absentminded "Whatever was communicating with me sounded in distress, and seemed desperate for help. If it was a trap for Frost Demons, it seems kind of weird that they'd use calls for help as bait. Maybe they thought the call would be seen as an advantageous time for a Frost Demon to invade? But if that's the case, what the hell was with those creatures asking to be killed?" Kelvin had a ton more questions, but something caught his eye out of one of the glass portal windows. The communicator on the ship buzzed to life but only relayed white noise.<br/><br/>Kelvin watched Clarinet as best he could as he walked away to look at what was happening "Is someone nearby? We might have to escort them away from here to be safe." the thought of having something else to do made his tail swish and spiral languidly.