Unsettled, Scorpius forces a strained smile. Surely they were just trying to cheer him up with this anecdote, but surrounded by the dead on the way to Eyvind, the spark just won't ignite; a slight nausea gurgles through his stomach as he imagines it figuratively. (Avery's eyes, wide with panic, focused on one of those creepy long needles sticking out of his armpit).