- And really, what? You judge everything too one-sided. Besides, I had no choice. I was not given an opportunity to refuse. But this only opened my eyes to the real course of things around. As well as what... Hmm. That some of those who have so generously rewarded me with what you call "infection", for example, are a different group. A tribe, if you will. And their goals are somewhat different from those of those you are used to seeing. About whom the Order sang to you.
She finally took up dessert and chewed on and continued. - Take, for example, the sector in which people live now. Have you ever thought about the fact that it was already taken before us? And the owners of it did not like the fact that someone broke into their house without an invitation. As for Gallia... It is of less interest to them than the rest of Sirius. At least for those who... Hmm. That helped me to grasp the essence. - Answering a specific question, I will say that your word that you gave me before will not allow you. You are an honest person. I can feel it too. Unlike, for example, those two guys who are so kindly waiting for you outside. They will follow any of your orders. Even if you order them to shoot their own mothers. One of them is even ready to set the other up if it helps him to advance in rank. He has all thoughts of fame and honor. Foolish, vain person.
Juliet put the empty plate aside. - If I was not sure who I was going to meet, I would not be here right now.
"You are right. I am an honest man. So I will be honest - you are a threat to Gallia and its citizens. Prove me otherwise - and maybe I won't make a Witch Hunt."
- D'accord. Let's start with the fact that the "Path" they followed have become different from the path of others like them. Imagine two hornet hives. They are very hostile to each other. They are in competition. So it is here. It may sound absurd, but they are looking for ways to coexist with people. The ones that opened my eyes. I can only prove this by giving you the opportunity to see everything with your own eyes. And no, don't worry. I'm not going to "infect" you. It will be enough for me to reveal several visions to you. Or do you need guarantees that we will not arrange a massacre in Gaul with a general assimilation of consonants and not so much?
Her face was still cold, but an experienced operative could easily recognize some worry under that mask.
"I will not give anyone the privilege of fucking my brains in any way. Your story sounds like a showdown between two not-so-successful gangs, and you just said, literally outright, that the battleground might be Gallia and so it's beginning to sound like blackmail."
"Offer me something I can't refuse. Surprise me," with a smirk on his face, Antonin leaned back in his chair and watched the infected woman, noticing that she continued to behave as if she were human-even nervous about being literally cornered.
- All I have is knowledge. After the incident that started La'Row, I lost almost everything except, perhaps, experience. Even my "family" was destroyed. But if you insist...
She pulled out a strange ball from her purse, which was all covered with alien runes. Judging by the seam running in the middle and the crystal growths protruding over the entire surface, it was some kind of device. - It's a drive. It contains a copy of the memories of those who made me who I am. What exactly are these memories - I cannot answer for sure. Let me just say that I stole it from Sprague. Will this suit you?
- Gallia is full of xenoarchaeologists. Let them solve the riddle that is captured in the runes. This is a kind of electronic lock. I could not guess it and am not sure that anyone at all can guess it, but who am I to decide for learned minds? When they find the answer, it is enough to send energy in the direction of the correct runes.
- Consider this a gift and a guarantee that we really do not wish you harm. In response, I just ask you not to try to turn Them and me into minced meat at the first meeting. They will not attack you. I give my word. Not in Gallia.
