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Whip nodded. "I, uh -- I have fits," he answered. When he was younger and more prone to childish angst, Whip found himself dangling from anxiety's strings; a puppet, no longer in control of himself or his actions. He had not broken truly since his father's passing. Strangly, the loss of his mother did not stir the same powerful emotions. However, despite not boiling over and losing control again, there were times that Whip still felt himself dangling percariously from the wire. "Mom thought I was crazy, but Dad -- Dad understood." Whip cast his gaze down. He had just made himself sad.

Perhaps he shouldn't try it, he reasoned. But, Galateia wasn't any joe-blow down the street who thought they knew about plants. She had been gifted her knowledge from Mother Sea herself. "I trust you though. You wouldn't hurt me?" Whip had meant to make a statement, but his voice lifted as if he was posing a question. "I mean, I want to fix others -- but I want to fix myself too."