[ Courier Six was not an open man. Less so Perrin - yet perhaps it was because she was earnest, that she was another who he theorized had suffered like him due to accidental shared dreams. A soft laugh comes from him, his mouth curled into a dark frown. ]

Th'life of a Courier is fuckin' dangerous.

[ This was another time Perrin missed his hair. He couldn't just brush though it. This was the first person he'd told about this. Not even his companions knew. Well, some of them knew the vague parts, but... ]

Back home, I spent some time in a fucked up casino. I was imprisoned there - kidnapped, if you need to know. [ there is a lot she does not need to know! ] The air was toxic. It... was known as th'Cloud.

...it made its' way into me. Got stuck there. [ He doesn't say it, but the implication is there. This Cloud was killing him slowly. He still had years, from the tone of voice. But his voice then cracked slightly. ] God, I thought this body had gotten rid of it. But I smelled it when they were takin' samples.

[ Weakly, he added: ] It won't leak out of me. Not enough here t'infect others.