[Ugh. He almost wishes that didn't make him laugh, his chest hurts bad enough already.]

You have such a huge weight on your shoulders, being an endless fount of correct information.

[He smiles, pained but genuine, and lets his eyes close just as he starts to hack up more petals. They come up in thick, red clumps, but that's actually a good thing. It means they're dying within, finally starting to work their way out of his system like one might with a cold.]

I guess I'll never know. Not as long as I am here.