[For once, Lucius will not find Fabius stooped over one of his cadavers, elbows-deep in festering organs. Instead, he stands before a contraption that is at once familiar, and wholly out of place with the rest of the makeshift apothecarion. From the glass-paneled front of it, the shriveled husk of a human head is visible—its eyes sunken into pits, its jaw slack, and its sallow skin folded into deep chasms of dehydrated flesh.

The only sounds within the space is the familiar hum of refrigeration units, the creaking of a distant ventilation shaft, and the rhythmic tapping of one of Fabius' claws against the liquid crystal interface of the manufacturing unit before him. He doesn't even look up to greet Lucius proper as he's addressed, nor does he care overmuch to answer to the subtle barbs his brother sends his way.]

The product came out crystalized, and while I would prefer it to be in liquid of gas form, that will require recalibration on my part. [From a containment panel to the side of the unit, Fabius retrieves a short beaker filled halfway with a pinkish powder. It's only then that he turns and slithers his way towards his brother, the added length of his serpentine tail affording him the ability to stand closer to his true height than that of his new, pathetic mortal form.]

I figured you of all people would enjoy being the guinea pig for this, [he offers the glass container as he speaks,] I advise you use less than your typical dosage, as we have no idea how this will react with your current mutations.