Camille shrugged. "Humanity has always been the perfect weapon to bring about our own annihilation. We are, perhaps, too adept at war for our own good." She opened the datapad, a list of names and dates springing into existence on the dark screen. Infections, personnel. Strangely exhaustive, and so almost certainly a fabrication, the list extended for several pages. "Intriguing, but I fail to see the relevance. I acknowledge the possibility of infiltration within la marine's ranks, I would not be speaking to you if I did not. What I dispute-" She took a pace toward Ryuho, emphasizing the point.
"Is the assertion that His Majesty is already a victim. The signs would surely be apparent by now, if that were the case. For one-" She rapped a knuckle on the pad. "We would no doubt have directions to shoot Order operatives, such as yourself, on sight. I have received no such order. However, all of this conjecture is secondary to the problem of the Marechal. These names will doubtless be useful, but if I am to fight these creatures I need something more. What are they? How do they wage war?
