who ; Saren and Mordin
what ; With Hypatia being less than cooperative, Saren turns to an actual doctor for answers.
where ; Residential Zone 01; Medical Center
when ; Day after Mordin's Arrival
warning(s) ; Saren's agitation.
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I am Sovereign, and this station is mi- Wait... no, I'm not. )
When Mordin finished, Saren blinked slightly in agitation, despite knowing that Mordin was right. It was impossible to tell. Unless...
Saren reached over to a small table next to his bed. He grabbed a small scalpel with his geth arm, and cut a small sliver of flesh from his organic arm, causing him to bleed for a few seconds until the nanides clogged the wound, his unnatural healing process beginning immediately. Saren placed the biopsied flesh in a small plastic cup, and handed it to Mordin.
"This flesh is both organic and synthetic, melded together through Sovereign's nanide injections. Study the nanotechnology in it, if you must. Perhaps you can detect the signal they received. So long as it doesn't touch an open wound, you won't be infected."
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"Will see what I can do. Will require time, research, access to data." He carefully sealed the container and stored it away.
"Will take much time to understand nanites, how fusion of your body, Reaper implants work."
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"Mordin," Saren said, as he crawled back into the hospital bed. "I know that you have no reason whatsoever to treat me. If not to allow me to keep the Reapers from ever invading my mind again, then I ask that you help me in exchange for opportunities to study the Reaper technology in my body."
Saren pulled the covers of the hospital bed over his body, and folded his hands in his lap. "Being indoctrinated was a fate worse than death. If I could have resisted those... infernal signals from Sovereign, I would have. Whether or not you believe me doesn't matter now. Just know that Shepard was right all along."
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"I will help, of course. No reason not to. Would be unethical not to, if you really are back in your right mind." He looked over at his new patient, looking at him with a naked curiosity that might be unsettling to some.
"Will do my best to figure out what has happened with available data. Good to hear that you have regained your senses and control of yourself. If what you say is true, perhaps cure is attainable." A pause.
"Unless only this station is involved. Hmm. Need more data."
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"Will do what I can. No results guaranteed, of course."
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