[Carlisle stares at the display in silence while Qubit points out the various events as they occur. Having mostly witnessed only the aftermath of his lapses in control, he cannot manage to tear his eyes from the recording, even once the depictions of himself and Qubit are long gone from the circle of decayed grass and shriveled trees. It's only a small representation of his capacity for destruction, practically nothing compared to what he did to his home, but the very thought it looked something like this hits him hard all the same, twisting in his gut like a knife.

Most wounding was not the spread of his withering influence, but the reindire's presence in the record. It merely walked into view as a gentle and curious visitor coming to inspect his lifeless body, then laid down beside him, remaining there until only a second or two after Carlisle and Qubit departed. Just as quickly as it arrived, it died, then rose again, and he was none the wiser to any of it until the aberration joined them near the herd.

He shifts in disgust, straightening his back as his eyes flick Qubit's way. How was it he could stand to watch over his dormant body, even knowing what could happen should he draw too close?]

I have many. Most unwelcome, but... hm.

[He tries to swallow the knot in his throat, but upon failing, instead clears his airway with a dry cough.]

Thankfully, if the rate and spread of decay is as predictable as you imply, then perhaps we may better choose where it should happen next to mitigate the danger to any creatures that wander near.