It's rarely safe to make assumptions here, but that's my hope. Something that's a nuisance for a while but eventually passes, even if it causes trouble along the way.

[ The problem, of course, is that the flower disease was never going to kill him. He had a failsafe in Eren, a release valve to expel even the worst of his secrets without fear.

Should danger come to him now, his failsafe in Azathoth isn't functioning as intended, and he's practically defenseless.

It's bad. Very bad. He's doing his best not to show anyone how genuinely panicked he feels every time his persona is summoned.

And so, with that– a vague gesture with his left hand, and the aurora that would normally fill the room is barely more than a streak of sparkling jewel tones like a single ribbon through the air. Azathoth appears, floating above the table between their two couches, small enough that he could hold it in his palm. Spindly tentacles rise up around it, more like cattail reeds in a riverbed than anythin gelse.

Maruki sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose beneath his glasses. ]

As you can see, it's been downsized. Severely.