Florestan is trying to speak, but nothing is coming out. Cesar steps in.
"Risk of death and so on quite minimal," he says shortly. "Tully trying to fog the issue as usual. Some risk, yes, some pain, yes, but no knowing how much. Already been a Nyrond, remember. Just reminding the cells what they should be. Any rate, case of survival, if you hadn't noticed. Entire Nyrond race at risk."
Florestan nods jerkily. "Exactly--exactly--what he said," he finally manages. "If--if--if all--all homeships become--become inactive, and--and all the--the--the Nyronds on them--on them become--become human, then--then--then they'll all--they'll all--they'll all--"
"Die, yes," Cesar says. "Up to you, of course. No deathblock in your case. Can go on with your life quite happily. Tully too, I suppose."
"What makes you think the Nyronds are all becoming human, just because he has?" Bres says. "A few cuts and bruises not healing properly? I'd want a little more evidence than that before I risked someone's life. And how do we know you're telling the truth? All we've seen is this ship here, and half a dozen quite healthy Nyronds. Who are, if I'm not mistaken, quite at home with the practice of sustained and elaborate lying."
Marae puts her hand to her head. "I can't deal with this. It's too much...and I can't think straight. I can't make this choice."
"No choice at all, way I see it," Cesar says. "Either I get the serum and Tully takes a small but calculated risk, or you let the Nyrond race perish from the universe."
"Do--do--do I have to--to--to cut myself to prove--to justify--to show you we're--we're not--not lying?" Florestan says. "I--I--I will if--if I--if I have to."
Bres looks at Marae. "You're quite right," he says. "It is too much to expect of you to make this decision. Especially when your thinking is compromised."
<span class="ev_code_brown">Brid. Come out of her. Let her decide freely.</span>