Growth

Octer and Foster stared at each other from across the table. Nervously, Octer turned to the side to look at Lynol, "Yo, help me out here, will you?"

"Why would I?" the swordsman replied immediately, "I'm on Foster's side. What you just did was more than just idiotic." Lynol pointed out, while Octer was just perplexed, "What do you mean, idiotic? You wanted me to take the pill, right?"

"Sure, but why would you not even think about it, you fucking dumbass?!" Foster let out, "I told you, even if it didn't kill you outright, you could have keeled over in horrendous pain, and then you just swallow it? What kinda fucking idiot takes random pills they're just given-" He exclaimed, stopping himself soon after. He stood up straight, and slowly started removing his cesti. Confused, Octer and Lynol looked at him, "What just happened?" Octer asked, and Foster awkwardly looked away.