Page 25 (1/2)
“Who is going to interrogate him if not me?” The drell raised her hand to her h the liquid biohazard between her and the iso-chamber “What do you know of criht, Yorrik? He is not a teruilt Any inforh Borbala’s… methods… cannot be relied upon And a hanar would always prefer a drell to do such work”
“This one does not knohat the servant of Kahje implies with her barbed words,” Ysses hummed
“My words have no barb unless you bring your own to bear upon them,” Anax said with stiff forical to assume that because he is sick, hethat killed the others He has no Yoqtan sores No one else left their cryopods alive More importantly, Jalosk Dal’Virra is unmistakably batarian, not drell or hanar If you look closely, you can tell by the number of eyes”
“With great distress and need to be obeyed: Anax, you must leave this deck until we can know for certain”
“Surely if I have been exposed the dae is done,” Therion ventured
“Strained patience: That is not how any of this works Not everyone exposed to a virus will contract it Not everyone who contracts it will die from it There are always variations in susceptibility across a population We do not even know its main transmission vector If it requires direct bloodstream-to-bloodstream contact, such as the hue, you are perfectly safe Wry sarcas over your : Take the volus and do as Senna asked Assemble a protective suit so you do not die”
“I’ here, with thatto do with this”
“Pleading: We have only the six of us to discover what has happened here We cannot afford to lose you Soft reflection: ‘On Fortune’s cap we are not the very button’”
There was silence for a moment No one moved
“Seven, I should think,” ca, rather lovely accent from the shadon the left-hand corridor Captain Qetsi’Olaed, her violet hood alhts Senna’Nir reached out and squeezed her shoulder, overcome with relief at her presence
Yorrik knew they had a history A long one I met her before I kne not to fall in love with a woht, both drunk, stuhts on the river I was a child, and what do children do when they find so that fascinates theested Never let it go, Senna had answered, and he hadn’t been joking at all Poor quarian, the elcor thought They live such short lives, and with solove that hasn’t lasted two hundred years As Yorrik thought these thoughts, his eyes h two barriers, one of glass and one of mass effect fields
The man’s eyes looked already empty Yorrik made a mental note to revise the contextualization of Lady Macbeth’s final ue so that, in some small way, his elcor Macbeth would recall all this when it was finally perforo, his friend in and out of love now, thecell “Wishing it were otherwise: ‘Out, out brief candle! Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more’”
Qetsi’Olaray mesh of her suit, to her visor “Keelah se’lai, my head,” she moaned
“Allow o,” said Therion quickly, rubbing her longest finger against her index She stared down at the miserable Jalosk, those dark, enormous eyes as ened to a Sleepwalker team?”
“What the hell is going on on nored her