21st January 2013
18:55 GMT
I watch as a team of Controllers carefully remove the rock of Turi from around Erdammeru.
"How do you manage it?"
"How did they manage it. I understand that you were in a coma, but that thing must have been put there while the other Controllers were on Maltus."
"No, Maltus was abandoned when this happened. And even we didn't think to check Turi in any detail when we thought that we knew everything there was to know about it."
"Any idea how Draan Del Daar found out?"
"Given that Orion reduced his mortal vessel to pâté, that will be somewhat difficult to decipher. Even our abilities have limits."
"I didn't mean 'can you ask him now', I meant 'can you guess based on his history'. Or-. 'Somewhat difficult'?"
"One of us will attempt to connect to his symbiotes. That… Might give us a better idea. Though I doubt it."
"And what about Erdammeru?"
"I don't intend to try to interrogate that. It's a spacecraft, and therefore it's a problem for the Head of L.E.G.I.O.N.."
"Draan said that it was made by the Anti-Monitor."
"The Anti-Monitor made a great many weapons. I'm far less concerned by this than I was by his armour; this doesn't imply that he might have survived."
I nod, then frown. "Draan said that rings work best when their user makes them."
"If both the user and the prospective alternate ring-founder are of the same skill level. You have some way to go before you can equal me."
"Orion hadn't even touched a power ring before; how could he be Draan's equal in skill?"
"Draan hadn't felt rage in millions of years. It's not just familiarity with the mechanical process of ring-forging. You have to be familiar with the emotion as well."
"Ah." I nod. "I don't suppose that there are any unaligned maltusians who know a lot about compassion, are there?"
"It doesn't seem very likely. You remember what we did to the psions."
"Y-? I'd been assuming that they weren't intelligent at the time."
"They weren't as intelligent as us. But they were more intelligent than the laboratory mice humans use for their tests."
I take a small sealed container out of subspace and open it, looking inside at the broken fragments of half an indigo power ring. Decidedly inactive fragments. I tried putting it near to compassionate people or me when I was being compassionate, but it's… Broken.
"Is that what you got from the Berrith?"
"Yes. Can you tell who made it?"
She pulls it over to her and shakes the contents out onto her left palm.
"Not one of us. And almost certainly not a qwardian."
"Kalmin made a blue ring."
"An act that very nearly made me feel a profoundly disquieting philosophical uncertainty, even at my age."
"Actual philosophical uncertainly, or shell personality-."
"The former."
"Gosh. If that happens enough, would you have a heart attack? Because I think Kalmin would probably go for that."
"No." She takes a closer look at the fragments. "I don't recognise the species. Something that reached sophoncy while I was comatose, then. And… Yes, I think that they had direct contact with the Proselyte. Indirect contact, certainly."
She waves her right hand, and the pieces try to reassemble themselves. They make up most of the left side of the ring, and slightly more than their fair share of the boss.
"The workmanship is excellent; certainly better than anything you've managed."
I roll my eyes.
"That's all I can say, really." She manually slides the fragments back into the container before resealing it. "If you took it to one of the other two potential ring-forgers, they may-."
"I.. think I'll… Give them both a miss."
"You can learn."
She passes the container back to me, and I return it to subspace. So… What now? There isn't much point in me heading back to Earth until I get hold of a yellow ring, and I doubt that Lysis is making me her top priority.
"I don't suppose that there's a big pile of Proselyte blood somewhere?"
"That may be where that ring came from."
"Do you know where that is? Or someone else I could ask?"
"Draan Del Daar would be the man to ask about that. Or you could try the Guardians."
"I will. Any advice on Orion?"
"I understand what you intend. If it works, the white light should restore him." She shakes her head. "If it doesn't, then it can't be done and there's no sense worrying about it."
"I suppose that's right." I nod. "Okay, I'm going to clock off. Spend some time with Jade while we're both unassigned. Contact me-."
"There is one other thing."
"Yes?"
"I spoke to Sayd concerning… Various matters. She asked me to relay her gratitude concerning Volkreg and Azmah. You handled both situations well."
"Ah. Well, it's nice to be appreciated."
"Is that the sort of thing you see yourself doing after the war?"
"I think I'd like to. That, and tourism. How about you?"
"Once the Reach are destroyed I'm not sure that I have anything left to live for."
"What?"
"I'll have proved my point. Done everything that I set out to do. Oh, I won't kill myself if that's what you're worried about. Inertia will keep me going, as it does for the Guardians. But it would be wrong to say that I have something to reach for."
I look at her for a moment, then float closer and hug her for a moment.
When I release her, she looks mildly offended.
"Please, never do that again."