[Bothari stares at her, wordlessly, jaw working. What could he do? Give her the year he's from. Claim to be one of the outsiders here but not really? Did he actually believe that either?
So here it was, that deciding where that grey line is. How likely it is that he's well past the halflife on the medications he's sorely without and how likely this is the bloody, incomprehensible truth of the world.
... The latter was unlikely. He was still stable enough to tell that much. (He hoped.)
Which means.. he needed help. It galled him, to have to ask this Vor who wouldn't take the responsibility of her own words. (Was she, though? His head hurt.) His shoulders hunch under the weight of his pride.]
I need something from your surgeon first. [He gives three names, chemical sounding and long. All potent antipsychotics.] Then I can be sure what's what.
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So here it was, that deciding where that grey line is. How likely it is that he's well past the halflife on the medications he's sorely without and how likely this is the bloody, incomprehensible truth of the world.
... The latter was unlikely. He was still stable enough to tell that much. (He hoped.)
Which means.. he needed help. It galled him, to have to ask this Vor who wouldn't take the responsibility of her own words. (Was she, though? His head hurt.) His shoulders hunch under the weight of his pride.]
I need something from your surgeon first. [He gives three names, chemical sounding and long. All potent antipsychotics.] Then I can be sure what's what.