"W-what?" Neo feared he misheard Armin's words.
"I threw it away." Armin repeated slowly.
Neo almost went crazy when he processed Armin's words. His trembling body seemed to quake even further as he yelled at Armin.
"Why the fuck would you do that??"
"Your body doesn't need suppressants. What it needs is an actual release after all the years of repressed pheromone buildup." Armin enunciated like he was speaking to a child.
Which pissed Neo off.
"You don't get to tell me what I need or don't need." He glared at Armin.
He was tired of his life being dictated by this fucking tyrant. And his intense emotions were in opposition to his body, generating palpitations and internal tremors.
"I do." A calm expression settled on Armin's voice as he spoke. "And I'm telling you right now that you're not going to use suppressants. Instead, you're going to pick either of them and get yourself a mark."
