[A tuneless drumming of fingers is all that hints at the thoughts that may be running through Fabius' head, but of course, Lucius knows very well in what vein those lie. Ever the inquisitive doctor, what better way to learn about the new world he found himself occupied in than to vivisect its inhabitants?

Lucius is one of the most ruthless killers Fabius has ever known, his skill uncontested, and that was reason enough to want his legion-brother back in his pocket—rather than as an enemy.]

I am so glad you understand my predicament. [Fabius' lipless mouth spreads wider into a grim smile, his gaunt face wrinkling under its impose.] I am sure you know just where to find what I need though, you've been here for what... months? Years? Or has it been centuries yet?

[A question he doesn't allow Lucius to answer, simply because he doesn't care, as he continues on.] Help me get tools and I'll give you what you desire. Empowered strength once more, or perhaps you would like me to reroute your pleasure synapses again? Or maybe... [Fabius takes a step closer, and despite the fact he'd just been spat out by the sea, the putrid scent of death and formaldehyde seems to cling to him.]

Ambrosia?