“… You should’ve shared this information with us.” A deep, quiet voice. The type that is more felt than heard, and cuts through noisy crowds with ease.
“Why? The result was all that matters, yes?” A medium range, cultured voice. A charming voice, dripping with pleasant sarcasm.
“That’s debatable. The back of her head is a mess. What if she doesn’t regenerate properly?”
“I suppose we’ll have to put her down, then. Recover the losses, start again.”
“Gentlemen! If you would kindly get out from underfoot, there is work to be done. And we will not be putting down live subjects. At least not ones that do not manage to lose to other live subjects.” A woman's voice. Intelligent, indifferent, and completely focused.
“Is she salvageable?”
“This is nothing compared to the damage you incurred during the first week, just a minor compound skull fracture. I was beginning to look for donors for a new skull and ribcage for you, but volunteers were…sparse. Aside from some memory loss, she can likely be fully recovered.”
“Actual memory, or..?”
“Her lens is just fine. Not even bumped out of alignment. By the way, you are doing a fantastic job of getting in the way.”
“Hm. How possible would a partial memory wipe be?”
“If I was unable to do such a simple task, then I would probably be in the cages with the other dumb animals. Or I would be out in the Colosseum losing someone’s live subjects.”
“… What are you planning?”
“She started getting strange on us when the Middle Land mercenaries started flooding the city. If we can reset her back to that point and keep her under better watch, we can avoid going through this whole mess again. Since you seem determined to keep her around still.”
“… I think you’re trying something devious again.”
“Me? Devious? Oh, why would you say such a thing..!”
“If you continue to persist in impeding my progress, I will assume it is your way of volunteering blood and bone tissue.”
These were the last things Malay heard before falling into darkness.
"How hard did you hit him?" "Quite hard, actually. For some reason he irritated me." They stared back to where the Grolim lay. "You're getting to be more like Belgarath every day," Silk told him. "You do more damage out of simple irritation than most men can do in a towering rage."
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