[ god, but does he ever get it. he listens attentively, and when she cuts herself off, says, ]

No, that helps.

[ he's reminded, not for the first time, of dr. okoye. she'd like cosima, and he can imagine they'd have a lot of interesting conversations. ]

"Ask" might've the wrong way to put it. [ he takes another swallow of wine before going on, ] I have a medical implant. It normally needs meds, batteries, maintenance; but as long as I've been here, it's run on its own, glowing blue like lyrium. [ becoming clearer, maybe, why the blood plague reminded him of this. the implications of what it could've done to him, besides everything else, is an existential crisis of its own. ] I have no idea how the hell it works. I know you aren't a medical doctor, but you're more likely to understand it than about anyone else around here.

[ a pause, then: ]

But it's worked long enough that I doubt anything would happen, if it hasn't already.

[ so, you know. if she isn't interested in being aware of this, he's more than likely fine. ]