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The frigate Normandie-SR2. One day later.

Legion.

- Where are you, where are you, where are you...- I said to myself, walking through this damn city maze. I was armed with a gun. I had to keep looking around corners so he wouldn't kill me. Still, it was just me and him.

And when I looked out, I spotted him. Limp, half dead but still alive. Peeking round the corner, I quickly pointed my gun and shot him—one shot and right in the head.

That's it. The round's over. Still, it was a tough round. These are different from the recruits I played with the first time around. These are professionals with 2,000 hours and more. Mostly Azari. So, what's going on in the chat room?

[NullJadro666]- I'm going to IP you, BOSH!!!!

[How is that possible?! A gun! One shot! In the head!

[He's a cheater!

[I'll kill you, you bastard!

[The player doesn't understand how this is possible. The player needs to understand who Legion1000 is.

[Kraken1324]- Sweaty rink, kudos to Legion.

[Shut up, Kraken, I'm going to kill this bosh!

[Kraken1324]- Lady, take your finger off the caps.

[Gentleman1900]- The chat room is fucked up again.

Yeah, I wish I hadn't come in. It looks like I beat the Creator. As soon as I win a three-hour 500 on 500 matches, I get "Cheater!", "Bosh'tet!" and that's the most judgmental one. It's a pity there are no mat filters in the chat room, and the chat room goes wild. I used to answer them! I'm ashamed of it.

Yeah, me and all the geth were ashamed now—a useful acquisition, as it turns out. I was beginning to realise my life anew, even though I was created from an amalgamation of 1183 programmes. I used to write such nonsense in chat that I was blocked and blocked. Legatus once said that shame is necessary to communicate with organics. Now I understand what he was talking about. When I reread the things I've answered in chat to the organics, I wanted so badly to forget it all, And if you look at the list of questions I had to ask Shepard on the Commons assignment, then I barely keep from that weird hand-to-face gesture the organics often use. It has been passed down with the algorithm.

And OK, questions about Shepard's hobbies, the organics' hobbies... But now the questions about her bed life were, as Susie said, making me blush. And it was interesting in every... detail.

And what was going on inside me when we were playing Organic games...

****

Galactic Battles game.

Player chat.

Message received.

"YOU FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT, WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!? WHY AREN'T YOU COVERING ME?!?"

Message received.

Why?

Organic tradition.

Offer accepted.

How to respond?

Analysis of databases...

Analyses completed...

Suggestions for response to the message:

1. Loch.

2. You are.

3. suck it!

4. I fucked your mum!

5. 1234.

6. Lol.

Voting...

Voting is complete.

Vote counting...

The vote count is complete.

The decision has been made - answer number 4.

Send.

I will never reply to player chats again. After that message, I was banned for 35 years. Fine, I'll create a new nickname. It could be more interesting to play with level 540 anyway.

****

Susie.

It's a strange feeling. Steering an entire ship on one hand, and on the other... Hugging the man you loved the first night you spent with him.

Still, Jeff and I fell in love. I didn't even realise how it happened. Sometimes I'd watch tapes of our conversations, but I kept missing the moment when we became so important to each other. It just happened so-- Spontaneous. That's what love is. Yeah, that's what I call it. Love. I love Jeff. The man who understood me at the drop of a hat. A man I would do anything for. And I didn't care that I didn't personally feel anything during the-- intimacy. All I cared about was that Jeff was happy. Hopefully, Dad would be OK with using the turian platform like that. Although, as it turns out, the platform has a flexible back, and Jeff has long arms... I hope Dad doesn't find out at all.

****

Zaid.

What's that supposed to mean? No, Zaid, at least answer yourself. What does that mean? How did you end up here?

The situation was more than strange. I owed the geth ten billion; I went where he said I should go, with a chance to make some money; I was doing my job properly... The Legate and Shepard didn't bother me, and the crew was fine, and, holy Heavens, I even liked the Vorka here—talkative, cheerful, a pleasant, in general, company. And then. I fell in love. And not with anyone, but--

I fell in love with the most beautiful woman in the fucking galaxy. She's lying on top of me right now. Karin. I've never fucking heard that before. And now? Now the name was on my tongue all the time. At first, I thought it was just a name that stuck, that's all. But when I dreamt about her. All beautiful. How did it happen? I didn't realise it myself. But I did know one thing. I liked talking to her. About everything, and for some reason, I especially liked to have a drink and chat with her. She even looked into my soul, but not in the way that all those psychologists do, but in such a way that I wanted to tell everything, to speak out.

Zaid, you're here. You could've done that on a duty assignment; you could've done that.

Shit! I won't let Karin go. I won't give her to anyone! And let Legate and Shepard and everybody in this galaxy suck my dick if they want to take Karin away from me. I'll tear them all apart!

- Mmm..." suddenly came Karin's voice. She seemed awake. Zaid?

- Who else? I answered. Really, who else could she lay on after a night like that?

- What time is it?

- Six, I said calmly. The question was understandable; she's a doctor on a ship, and she's still asleep.

- It's time to get up. Well, why not? We have yet to have any assignments. Legatus and Shepard are working something out with this bug base; no one needs help. So it's time to get some sleep. It's time to get up, though. I've been awake for an hour but haven't gotten up. I was afraid I'd wake her up. That could be what love is. A little pain to make the other person feel good? I don't know.

****

Thane.

How unpredictable life is. A simple contract, albeit a little odd for my profile and how much it had changed. Thanks to Legatus, Mordin and Shepard, my race now has a cure for Cepral Syndrome; I made peace with my son on the Citadel... And I was able to love again. And not just anyone, but a human being. Kasumi. I liked her in every way. Graceful, graceful, secretive and dangerous. Yeah, that's what I liked about her. But there was something else that we had in common. We were both broken. She'd lost the one she loved, and she'd lost him for good. She had deleted the data from this Kenji's grey box. I didn't know him, but I could see that she cared for him. She missed him. She had no one to comfort her. Especially after what she'd seen on Pragia. Then everyone came back broken. They didn't know what to do and tried to find comfort in anything. Or someone. Kasumi had nothing, but she seemed to be used to it. Like me, actually. Yeah, it was a shock to me. I've never seen such cruelty before, especially on innocent children. But I've learnt to get over it too. A little alcohol, a little prayer. It used to help.

But after "Alaray," it got sickening. More of this cruelty to the innocent. She was justified by blind fanaticism. Nothing helped after that. The image of the tortured man kept coming back to mind.

As it turned out, Kasumi had the same problem. She couldn't get over it either. I could see that she was broken. Morally. First Pragya, then meeting the ghost of her lover, then Alarei. She couldn't take it. She came to me, determined to talk it out. She brought wine with her. She didn't even know why she brought it, but I didn't refuse. I could see she needed someone to listen to her. So we got to talking. And then I realised I couldn't just let her go. I couldn't leave her alone again. For some reason, I was afraid something would happen to her. It was stupid. We're on the most advanced ship in the galaxy, half of whose technology is considered unthinkable for the races of the Citadel, and I was afraid something would happen to this girl. That's when I realised I was in love again. And when I asked her to stay with me. I realised she felt the same way about me.

We were both broken. And now we put each other back together from the shards of our broken souls. We filled each other with ourselves. We have filled the voids inside of us. And it felt really good. I felt like I was reborn because I was broken, too. And not because of the senseless cruelty that reigned in this galaxy. No. It was much deeper than that.

- What are you thinking?" came Kasumi's voice. While thinking, I'd somehow forgotten that she was lying beside me. I hadn't even noticed that she was awake.

- About many things," I said, "Especially how my life has changed this month.

- Yeah, you-- told me. You made up with your son. Yeah, she was right about that. But there was something else I didn't get to tell you last night.

- That's not what I meant. I mean. Not just that. I didn't get to tell you.

- Oh, yeah?" she was interested and stood up to look at me, "What was it?

- How I lost the meaning of life because of that contract. I looked at Kasumi, hinting that she was the meaning of my life.

- And what was the meaning of your life? Yeah, she had curiosity in her blood. She was always looking for secrets. Anything. Especially this ship. Except that the Normandy's cameras could see her, even through the stealth system, no matter how advanced it was. The Legate could see her, too, which sometimes looked funny from the outside. It's weird when a geth says hello to what you think is the void.

- You see, when... I just wanted to make the universe a little brighter when I was dying. I thought I was doing it. But that's what I thought before. I didn't think I was a murderer, so I didn't feel any pangs of conscience. I thought I was just a tool used by the customer. You don't blame the rifle for killing someone.

- Well, yeah," Kasumi replied, "It's not the weapon that kills, it's the person who fires it.

- Yeah. That's what I thought. Until I talked to Legatus, he asked me about my conscience, I told him, and he said... "A rifle doesn't have free will. "You do. "A rifle can't refuse to be used. "You can," I repeated Legatus' words verbatim from one of our conversations. "And you know, I tried to justify myself then. I panicked; I didn't want to accept his words, which were so much like the truth from the point of view of banal logic. I told him I couldn't do anything else but kill. And he replied... "That's why you have free will to learn something else." That was it. After that, my life fell apart.

- Well, it's not that bad." The Japanese woman, as Kasumi called Shepard, tried to comfort me.

- You don't understand," I stopped her attempts, "I realised one thing. I realised that I'd lived my whole life based on an illusion I'd invented—an illusion to justify my actions. Then Mordin cured me of the syndrome so I could live to be 60 years old. Thanks to that, I made peace with my son. I told him that by abandoning him, I'd saved our entire race. He believed it. It's hard not to when you can breathe.

- Was he sick, too?

- Yes. He didn't realise it himself. But when he took the medicine, he noticed the difference. And now I'm left without a reason to live—no justification for my cruelty. Or rather. I had no meaning until tonight.

- Hmm. Yes, she was... Gorgeous." she said, closing her eyes. I could even feel her heart beating faster. She remembered what we'd done. I haven't felt like a woman in so long. A woman. After Kenji died, I haven't let anyone get close to me. But you. It's stupid to say I don't feel anything for you. It's stupid to keep you away when you're the only one who understands me. It's stupid not to admit to myself that I love you.

- I know. We do stupid things a lot. The important thing is to correct them in time.

- Did Legatus tell you that?

- Yes. He's a-- He's a philosopher. He has a lot of life experience.

" Kasumi decided to correct me on something, "he showed up two years ago. That's what he said.

- Well, that still needs to change. He's always there for advice.

- That's for sure. He told me that Kenji. You would want me to be happy. So I'd let him go. It's the right thing to do. What do you think?" she asked me, looking me straight in the eye. I could stare into those eyes, which she was hiding from everyone under her hood forever.

- I think so. You have to move on. Otherwise, you'll be miserable. And I think your Kenji would want something else.

- Yeah. You're right. OK... - Kasumi decided to get out of bed and started dressing in her costume, which was scattered in pieces around my quarters - I... I'm going to Mordin's. I'm starting to feel dizzy, and my eyes are flashing. I read about that once.

- It could be me. It happens," I explained. Kasumi left the cabin after packing up, and I decided to get some more sleep as long as there was time.

****

Kasumi.

It happened, after all. I never thought I'd love a drell. I never thought I could love again. However, there was no use arguing with it; I love him. The kind of... I haven't felt such tenderness, such caresses in so long that I've forgotten how wonderful it is to be in the hands of a skilled man.

I hope Kenji's not mad at me. It's the first time I've given myself to someone else since he died.

Ooh, I should get to Mordin's. The lights on Normandy used to be purple, green and crimson.

- Doctor," I said, barely dragging my feet. Silhouettes were starting to appear in my eyes, fading fast.

- Kasumi. How can I help you?" the professor asked in his usual manner, but as soon as he looked at me, he immediately began. "No hood. Change of style? No. Strange look. Dilated pupils. Rash on her throat. Probably other parts of the body, too. Valix fungus? No, no, no, no, humans are immune. Palaven Palatka? No, there'd be pus sores and numbness in the vocal cords. Hmm, had sexual intercourse with Thayne Krios?

- Yes, yes, Mordin. Let's cut to the chase. Why the hell is your skin yellow and burgundy? I resented it. This gibberish was starting to annoy me. And my whole back itched like ants salsa dancing.

- Hallucinations. Drugs? No, Susie would have reported it. To avoid an overdose. Oral contact?

- Ehhh," I breathed. I'm going to have to give him the whole story. It's the only way Mordin knows how. Yes.

- Do you feel itchy anywhere else?

- My whole back itches. I told the Salarian. I hate talking to him. Or rather, being his patient.

- I see. I'll give you a drug—another ointment. I want you to rub it where it itches. It'll be gone by mid-day. Mordin started looking in the drawers and found something.

- Where did you get this?

- I prepared it in advance. It's a dangerous mission. Stress. Sexual activity is a normal release from stress. There are drell and humans on the team. They are prepared in advance. I always do.

- I see. Yeah, I can see why he's on the team. He's a smart guy. Except he's straight as a board. Sometimes you want to blush when you talk to him. We should change the subject. What are you working on now?

- I'm almost finished with the cure for Vrolik's syndrome. Used to be able to cure it. Then Mr Moreau's liver would have failed, fixed it.

- You've done a good job on this ship.

- Yeah. I'll bet you did. Ardath-Yakshi syndrome. Korpalis syndrome. Kepral syndrome. Genophage. Very productive. I've never done so much in my entire life. Thanks to Legatus. It gave me the material I needed, the resources I needed. Didn't limit his methods. No deadlines. I have only demanded immediate results. They do that a lot in private companies. And sometimes, they don't want a cure. A painkiller. A temporary effect. Akin to drugs. The constant need for a dose. Legatus is not like that. No profit motive. Only quality results.

- Not the easy way, but the right way? I asked.

- Exactly. I wish the Council were like that. A lot of things would change.

- I see," I quickly grabbed what Mordin had brought, "Thank you. Good luck.

- See you later, Miss Goto.

****

Samara.

- What are you thinking about?" Garrus asked me, pulling me tighter against him. The contrast in the temperature of our bodies was quite pleasurable.

- About how one geth changed my life," I answered. It was the truth.

- Legatus?

- Yes. I spent half my life if not more, hunting my daughter, serving the Order. And why? I thought I was saving this galaxy from the syndrome, but it turns out-- I was getting rid of the carriers. But that's not saving. It's monstrous. Locking those Azari in temples and saying there's nothing more you can do. A bold lie that's been told for thousands of years. One geth who helped a Salarian did it in a month.

- Now, now, calm down. It's all behind us now." Garrus tried to comfort me.

- Yes, I know. But it's hard to erase 300 years of your life. Garrus, why didn't you come to me sooner? Then I never would have made it into the Order. I wouldn't have given my daughters to the Temple, hoping to make them better. Our children...- here I must have said it in vain. At those words, Garrus tensed, and his heart, which I could hear pressed against his chest, beat much faster-I'm sorry, I... I shouldn't have...

- No, no, no, no, no. I didn't say I was against it.

- I mean. I mean, you--

- I wouldn't mind spending the rest of my life with you. But let's deal with the reapers first. They're not part of my plan.

- I'll do that. Thank you.

- For what? He doesn't understand.

- For showing up. I need to remember what it was like. To love.

- I know. I'd forgotten, too." There was a strange pause. "Have you spoken to your daughters?" Garrus asked suddenly.

- Yes. All the Ardath-Yakshi have been cured and escaped from the temples. With the Legate's help, of course. They are so happy. They are now at peace outside the Temple. It was their dream. Now they're in training; the Legatus has made them paratroopers. They'll help in the war against the Reapers.

- Aren't you worried about them?

- Of course, I am. But I understand the Legatus. We need all the forces we can find to fight the Reapers. "There will be no borders in this war. "There will only be fronts. This war is not a war of politicians. This is a war for everyone. There is no agreement in this war. You can only win or lose. There will be no nations in this war. There will only be organics and Reapers," I quoted Legatus as saying. Sometimes I thought he exaggerated the danger of these machines. However when someone tried to joke that "these squids would be a good snack for me with a beer," Legatus immediately became serious and gloomy, and then spoilt everyone's mood. Of course, he apologised later, but he kept saying that the Reapers were not slave traders, mercenaries, or even government troops like the Paratroopers, Black Guard, GOR, N7, etc. It's not even the enemy. It's the Reapers. That says it all.

- Legatus said something like that. It's taking the edge off the mood. All right. We can beat them. If only for your sake.

****

Rex and Grant.

Shot. The shot pierced the hologram of the flying Collector. It was good for the two krogan to be able to shoot.

- So. It'll all be over soon. Rex said, ejecting the spent shell casing.

- Yeah. It's time to give the bugs a good kicking. - Shot. Shot. Shot. Grant's three rapid-fire shotgun blasts in different directions kill three more holograms. Rex and Grant weren't trying to hide or train now. They were talking.

- And finally, curing the genophage. It's about time. Another shot sent the bug hologram into oblivion.

- What will you do when you're done with the bugs?

- Go back to the clan. I spoke to the Shaman the other day. Half the Tuchanka clans are already on our side. They believe in the cure for the genophage. So they're already preparing a warm welcome for the Reapers.

- And then what?" Grant asked again, "When we crush the cuttlefish?

- I'll start rebuilding our population. But I can't do it alone." Rex looked at Grant meaningfully, and he took the hint.

- I'd be happy to help. Is there anyone in the female clan you can think of?

- Trust me, that won't be necessary. We'll have women lining up for us. Ha-ha-ha-ha!

****

Jack.

Crying. That's what woke me up. When I opened my eyes, I didn't even realise who it was, but then I remembered that Miranda was lying to me.

Turning around, I saw Miranda, who was shaking every once in a while.

- Hey, Miri. What's wrong?" I asked, then realised she was asleep, "Miranda, wake up. Come on, come on, get up." Miranda opened her crying eyes and looked at me. What eyes she has. I never thought I could like any part of a body, much less a... of a woman. But I couldn't help myself. When Miranda looked into my eyes, there was a strange feeling below my stomach. It felt so warm. I wanted to throw Miranda on her back, cover her up and do whatever I wanted to her. But I wanted her to feel good about it. I even fucking went to Susie about it. There was no one else to go to. And she said it was love. Yeah, that was a surprising answer. But then I realised Big Sister was right. I wanted to spend more and more time with her, to talk to her. She was... The only one who understood me. I understood what I'd been through on Pragya. And I didn't care that she was always trying to act all neat and polite, and I was swearing every fourth word. I felt like she was... Just like me. No more, no less. And that's why after "Alaray", I couldn't take it anymore. I went to her with a bottle of whisky, and I decided to confess. Confess everything. And she-- She didn't answer. She jumped on me and took my lips like a thirsty man would take a water bottle. Miranda's suit was already off. The sight of her body underneath. Was horrifying. There were scars everywhere, marks from implants, some deliberately designed to stick a needle in them and pour some crap into a vein. That's what I thought. On the other hand, Miranda thanked all the saints when some orange liquid was pumped into her, and she finally passed out. The whole thing made it feel weird when I undressed her and touched the protruding glands and the slightly unpleasant-to-the-touch scarred skin. I didn't care about that, though. I didn't care about anything. I had Miranda with me and couldn't think about anything else. And when she arched under my hands as she orgasmed, I knew I couldn't think of anyone else around me.

And now, after that night, she was dreaming.

- Eh, eh, eh, eh. Je... Jack..." she gasped.

- Yes, Miri. I'm here with you.

- Don't... Don't leave me," she said suddenly. It's not like I was going to leave her.

- What? You weren't. I'll be with you, Miri," I reassured her, "What did you dream? I asked her gently. I've been practising my speech-filtering skills for a reason. I'd been practising filtering my speech for a while now. Sometimes I couldn't help it, but I was making progress if Susie was to be believed.

- Please. Don't go." Miranda wrapped her arms around me and pulled me close. Her heart pounded like a madman, and her breathing gradually levelled. I wanted to know what she'd dreamed, of course, but even more, I wanted Miri to be OK, even if it meant just being quiet and lying with her, listening to her heartbeat.

****

Liara.

- Do you want anything?" I asked, standing by the mini-bar while Jane was staring at me defiantly on the bed. Still, I wasn't wearing anything at all, and neither was she.

- Er, no. You know I can't drink," she flatly refused.

- Oh, come on. So what if I burned down the most expensive hotel in Illium?" I reminded her with a chuckle of our drunkenness after Pragia. Everyone was having a breakdown, drinking as much as they could, even Samara, and then Shepard accidentally ended the party. She ended it with a bang.

- Oh, I'm sorry! Who knew the furniture in that hotel wasn't fireproof?" Jane tried to justify herself, but it was funny. Especially naked.

- Yeah. Don't give a drunk Jane Shepherd a lighter. I get it, Jane. You can't have any hard liquor. Then I got what I wanted. Azarian wine. It was always soft. Jane may have that, at least. So I came to bed with two glasses and a bottle of wine. But the wine doesn't count.

- Oh, God, you're unredeemable," Jane rolled her eyes, poured us a glass of wine and gave me one. I sipped a little, but I decided to ask her something.

- So, where do we go from here?

- I don't know. The Legatus said to wait until he's sorted everything out. He's sorting out the layout of the bug's base. Plus, he's training his soldiers to help us. He's working his arse off.

- You trust him that much? I asked.

- Don't you?" she retorted. Jane used to do that a lot.

- Well, it's that sometimes it's all too suspicious.

- Liara." Jane put the glass on the nightstand and stood beside me. I quickly looked her over for the umpteenth time. It was nice to see her so... Relaxed. She mostly shot holograms between missions, trained, then shot again, then slept, and ate, which she often forgot to do. But at night, she was different. Relaxed, liberated, able to love and... enjoy life. That's the Jane I loved to see. I have no reason not to trust him. He brought me back from the dead. Saved you," I looked at the almost invisible scars on my arms, "Built Normandy. Gathered all of our people except for Ashley and Cayden, of course. He's the only one doing anything. Я... I don't know if it's enough. He's not sure himself. But it's better than nothing. It's better than the Council and Udina, who-

- Jane," I interrupted, stepping forward and taking her hand in mine, "Stop thinking about politics, please. You... You haven't thought about her all night and remember how good it was. Don't think about her for a little while longer. I want us both to have a good time." Jane hesitated at first, and she replied only after a few seconds.

- OK. You're right. Hehe... - suddenly, a chuckle came from her.

- What?

- Oh, I was thinking... How's our unusual couple?

- Well, I think they're fine," I said. Well, Legatus and Tali are doing fine.

****

Legacy.

Processor reboot...

Reboot complete.

Platform diagnostics...

Diagnostics complete.

Status of platform-infiltrator Human/Sergei: 56%.

Skin integrity: 14%.

Synthetic muscle integrity: 73%.

Musculoskeletal integrity: 86%.

Sensory integrity: 45%.

Warning: right visual sensor - CRITICAL damage!

Blood volume: 5%.

Skin self-healing: IMPOSSIBLE!

Platform Activation.

Oh, for fuck's sake. I DIDN'T EXPECT THIS RESULT when I created the human platform.

Yes, I decided to make myself a human platform. And not just any platform, but a copy of me from my old life. I don't know why I did it, but I couldn't think of anything else. It was stupid to make myself in the form of some film star of my time. There was even an idea to make me Robert Downey Jr, but then I realised that was too much. Anyway, after three hours of digital speed thought process, I couldn't think of anything else. Not from scratch or anything. So I decided to make my old self, at least to look at it. It came out well. The memory has preserved my face and complexion in the smallest detail. Ah, nostalgia. And then something happened that I-- Let's say I wasn't prepared for.

Tali came and saw me. And that wasn't the worst part. So she saw me, showed her, and explained that I wanted one platform from each race. I was about to go to bed, if you can say that about me when I lay down with Tali and went to work in Virtual when suddenly she kissed me. And she kissed me. Insistent or something. I don't know, but all I could see was that she wanted more. Maybe she was hinting, or maybe she was out of control. Anyway, I didn't turn her down.

Yeah, I didn't feel anything resembling sexual attraction—nothing like that. Yes, I liked to look at something beautiful (Tali was just that), but I felt nothing about sex. I was driven by something else. I wanted to-- To make her feel good. Give her pleasure. Make her feel alive. And it worked. She did feel good. More than that. It was her first time. And that was OK, but when she reached the peak of pleasure. She exploded with biotics.

Yeah, that was my quarian's weakness. She couldn't control her biotics when her emotions were running wild. And they were certainly raging at the time. The bottom line is this: Tali's biotics threw me off and pinned me against the door, freshened the platform, knocked out my eye, damaged my muscles and metal bones, and, to top it off, the whole cabin is trashed. The dents in the walls and the table, which had turned into a pile of plastic pieces, were clear evidence. And now I felt the irony.

If I were organic, I'd walk somewhere in Noosphere, Valhalla, and similar places. I'd be so dead that I wouldn't even be recognisable. The pressure of the kinetic wave caused all the front sensors to fail. I mean, it was enough to crush a man's skull. I don't even want to talk about the bones.

All right, time to get up. I've got to change the platform, then clean up the blood all over the room, and I'd better get her some breakfast. She's not going to want to train today.