[ Silently, Viper nods while Lloyd talks, acknowledging and also seemingly agreeing with him in a that sounds familiar sort of way. By the end of it, there's a furrow between her eyebrows that tips past the point of concern into something... slightly more emotionally invested. In a frustratedly sympathetic sort of way, maybe. ]

Damn. Yeah. Sounds about right. Hard to say just how bad you got it until I see it in action—an' I will soon enough. But in the meantime, we're gonna operate like you're as much a ticking time bomb as I ever was and act accordingly. Plan for the worst, hope for the best, or... whatever.

[ Something something optimism. ]

I will say, I dunno how much is the curse and how much is the incense. Regular folk turn into monsters, too, yanno. And you were right to be ticked off, the hell you think breathing is gonna do around here? You need to know how to control it. Learn when it's taking hold of you and steer it someplace useful. Weaponize it, I guess is what I'm tryin' to say. Without lettin' it consume you.