....?
-He looks down and sees Phillip perform the piddly Phoenix-
...!?
You-...
-It then occurs to him that he's hanging in the middle of the air-
....!?!
-down he goooooes-
-THUD-
...!?
-Our Intrepid Adventurer wiggles his fingers slightly, feeling the thin air where the sinister book was once held! He turns quickly, seeing the dastardly missive sneak up a tree!-
...A slippery little, devil! But I'll be damned if I let you escape from me!
-With a SWIFT SWIFTNESS, All Might takes hold of the tree and LIFTS it up from the ground!-
-He gets to his feet, rubbing his head-
...Fine....I'm fine.
...Seems I underestimated you. The both of you.
...!?!?
BIRBOOKS?? That's ridiculous! And yet, there they are!
Hurry, My Boy! We've got to catch at least one!
-With a MIGHTY LEAP, All Might attempts to snatch up the fleeing Birbooks!-
edited 6th May '16 9:24:53 PM by MacDuffy
There isn't a cure.
The fever, the aches, that'll probably go away. I think. I've been getting better, anyway.
The voices won't. You're not going crazy, they're... whatever you were before, you're not that anymore. You'll be like this for the rest of your life. It'll be difficult to deal with every day. Maybe not all of you will be able to. Sooner or later you'll have an episode and someone you love will get hurt. It's unavoidable.
...I did this to you. And... I'm what you're infected with, in a sense. I didn't spread something to you, this is... it's me. It's my cells.
When, or if, we figure out a cure, or at least a treatment, I'll... I'll still be what I am. I can still make you all sick again and start this all over again. This is a small group. If it were a larger one, people would start to die. People still could die — you could. This disease, it's been known to kill in some forms. I still don't know what form you have.
As —
-Swallows- As the people that I've directly harmed as a result of my actions, I think... I think it should be your decision. I think that's fair. I can never make your lives right again, but I can try to give you some sort of justice.
What should be done with me?

-whatever world marcia fucked off to is now screwed, just saying-