Oh, whoops. Right. Tillie let herself go and for a moment she’d forgotten that this was a complex and still not entirely understood field of science, through which many of its most capable scholars traveled blindly by hope and intuition, and Quinnlash Loughvein was sixteen. It seemed teaching [i]was[/i] more difficult than Tillie had thought. But, oh well, who did anything perfectly on the first try?

“[color=f26522]Oh gosh, uhm! My bad![/color]” she broke into another giggling fit. Best to laugh it off, right? The last thing she wanted was for either of them to take this too seriously. Learning was supposed to be fun! The only reason Tillie was here was because she enjoyed learning, it was only fair she at least try to give Quinn the same experience. 

“[color=f26522]I know it’s a lot. Trust me, hoo boy, the first exam I ever took, I was totally lost. [i]Ex nihilo[/i] is just how we classify the regeneration, it just means that something comes out of nothing. Cause, y’know, it’s not like the Modir body is eating anything, or sticking pieces back on. It sorta just happens out of thin air. Isn’t that neat? What else can do that, y’know?[/color]

“[color=f26522]For awhile there was this theory that the Modir could [i]summon[/i] replacement cells to rebuild from. You know how you draw your cannon out? We thought it was like that, just on an [i]iiiiiitty[/i] bitty scale. But we can read weapon summons, the same way we can read the energies of a singularity opening, and there’s no spike during the regeneration process. So actually, we don’t really know much about it.[/color]

She shrugged, just a bit embarrassed. That was the way it was with modiology; sometimes the facts presented themselves with no explanation, and absolutely refused to budge for reason.  The Modir said it could regenerate from nothing, and the laws of nature had yet to prove they could refute the claim. 

“[color=f26522]As for the melting, well, like I said, I couldn’t tell you [i]why[/i]. But if you cut a piece off of a Modir, or a Savior, it’ll break down like ice, or wax. Turns into liquid modium. Can’t change it back, can’t slather it onto the body again. You either bag it for research, or you destroy it. It’s neat to watch under a microscope, actually—and through a few layers of hazard gear.[/color]

“[color=f26522]As far as anyone can tell, it just happens to anything that isn’t attached to the brain, or attached to something attached to the brain. It’s like without the head, it doesn’t know it’s supposed to be a body! Could be the modium’s just rotted them so much, or…[/color]” she snickered, eyebrows shooting up. “[color=f26522]Maybe the Modir are secretly just big, nasty cans of soup![/color]”