Several of the smaller parasite samples in jars flexed harder, the cords inside them thrashed against the glass, driven by the larger one's excitement.
It was like they were an extension to the one speaking at the moment.
"We will take you too," it went on. "You are more. Your flesh carries other teeth. Your bones carry other fire. We will wear you. We will walk through every city until we are all that remains. We will dominate this planet and everyone in it."
Her creature snapped. No. This thing does not get to exist. It is wrong. It is cheap. It ruins everything it touches.
Sera felt that decision settle in her bones.
The main host laughed. The sound came from his stomach again, a wet, layered noise. Saliva smeared down his chin. His human tongue lay useless behind his teeth.
"You are afraid," the parasite said. "You should be. We will turn your horde inside out. We will speak with your voice. We will eat with your mouth. We will—"
