Swallowtail: hopefully. I was going to see if Rose could help make a cure for the plant.
Rose: what are you thinking of doing? Even if we had the equipment to make the cure and somehow successfully produced one, how are we going to distribute it? It’s not like Queen Wasp won’t know where you are, and if we try, we’ll immediately be taken over.
Skipper: … a needle like injection might work as long as Swallowtail isn’t controlled.
Swallowtail: I’ll test it on myself before I test it on other dragons to make sure it works first.
Skipper: are you crazy? What if you die from it?
Swallowtail: then you would have lost nothing but another mouth to feed and a link that Queen Wasp can use to track you.
Rose: .. I won’t let that happen. Not again. Those other hivewings? Sure, I’m willing to sacrifice a few for the greater good of them all, but not you. *Swallowtail hit a nerve there, her expression changed to some sort of mixture between anger, fear, and sadness, you thought you saw a tear. She quickly regained her composure afterwards*
Skipper: Swallowtail, don’t do that. We’ll find a way that doesn’t harm any dragon.
Swallowtail: there’s only one way to know if the medicine would work, you have your test subject, and I’m infected. The best I can do is bring you food and hope Queen Wasp doesn’t take over while the blindfold’s off.
Rose: you’ve proven you can resist most of her control, you’re stronger than the other hivewings.
Swallowtail: that’s only because I was brought under the mind control later. I hated it. Everyone else has had it since they’ve hatched, they’ve known no other way. I hate the Queen’s voice being in my head and I’m willing to do almost anything to make it stop.
Rose: just don’t kill yourself over it. I wouldn’t want to see that. I’m sure your friends wouldn’t want to know you were dead.
Skipper: look, we can get a test subject. Besides, that’s only if we get the equipment for that. *trying to change the subject. He wanted to try to be helpful*
Swallowtail: maybe I could steal some stuff on my next run.
Skipper: you’ll just get captured.
*the short lived breath of evil plant finally begins to wither and die*
Skipper: nice job Rose.
Rose: that took too damn long.
Swallowtail: it’s dead?
Rose: I think so.
*Swallowtail sets it on the ground in the cave carefully so it it can’t take root*