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Anax shrugged “Not really The volus suit’s h pressure similar to that on Irune If he were to develop severe edema, his limbs would swell considerably, and the equalization between pressures would beco desperately to hold on to some sense of humor “Pop,” she said softly

“No, I mean—how can the volus have it? Their suits… I don’t even knohat one looks like under there But shouldn’t it keep them safe? And shouldn’t they all have Yoqtan antibodies, if they get it as kids?”

“I’ll ask Irit next time I see her I think for noe must accept that any of us are vulnerable, no ht seeles A hu chickenpox It is the same illness, but it only returns to an ianic body is a strange and terrible place, Borbala Ferank”

Unfortunately, all cases so far have been fatal Please remain calm

“If I have to hear that one rowled the batarian “How did we get the world’s prissiest captain? Just say: We’re all going to die, you’re on your own, have a nice day and be done with it, woman”

They peered down into the hanar section Several of the One had open sores on its tentacles, but no one see away from it The elcor hallere dark and still The batarian ones were a riot of accusations and shots fired Therion put her hand on the drell-zone glass The area within ith glittering blue light She felt tears start in her eyes My people are so clever, she thought So much cleverer than we are credited for

“What’s that?” asked Borbala

“The drell biotics have captured the sick in Singularities It knocks theives them some peace, and isolates theularity bubbles drifted into view, the dying drell inside looking al

Borbala looked at the bubbles for a long ti her breath She wiped a streak of blood off her thigh—as left of another batarian who rushed the the decks He’d been so angry, bellowing, trying to spit on the that if he had to die, they would too—they hadn’t wanted to take hiether, so neither had to carry the sin alone

“I’ll be bad cop,” Borbala mused “Obviously”

The drell smiled without happiness

Ferank and Therion let themselves into the quarian section Therion’s air filter wasn’t strictly necessary here, since the quarian zone was set to common environmentals—Citadel standard They never had any intention of leaving their suits, anyway, and a deep-space ship was ho their quarters full of Rannoch’s aty The pair of them walked down the residential halls—it was quiet in quarian town Of course, it would be They alone had nothing particularly to worry about Their suits would protect them No one was sick They waited patiently in their quarters for instructions—doors open to friendly traffic Those quarians unfortunate enough to wake up in the initial cryopod failure were gathered six and eight and even ten to a rooh space for them to spread out On the Fleet, an eray three-fingered hands as the drell and the batarian walked by like guards in a prison, all but running a nightstick against invisible bars

“I need to speak to Malak’Rafa,” Anax Therion said to each cluster of nervous but optimistic and healthy quarians They shook their heads, speculated on where he ized And they moved on down the corridor

“I need to speak to Malak’Rafa,” Therion said again at the doorway to a smaller room, probably meant for a menial l

aborer or low-ranking nobody-in-particular Four quarians were seated around the dining table, three ed up out of bits of repurposed scrap plastic The tallerAnax could see it in his posture