As you read, you feel a small lump in the binding of the journal. Turning it over, you notice a ragged seam on the edge of the lump. You pick at it, and a small data chip falls out. Plugging it into a compatible device, the following audio transcript plays…
Therapist: You are very quiet this session. I don’t think I have seen you like this since you first started coming here.
Silence for 63 seconds. Background noise is audible, what might be traffic.
T: What happened on the Dreadnought? When you called you said you had seen her again. I thought you meant a fellow Guardian. What did you mean?
Morc-35: The Wizard.
T: The Wizard you called – shuffling of papers – Skadi?
M35: Not my name for her. You can thank my comrades for that.
T: Naming things gives us power over them: it helps us define them, set borders on their existence. A nameless thing, or something that has its name hidden, takes on a greater aspect in our minds than it should. This is part of the reason cultures throughout Earth’s history have placed great value on people’s names.
M35: I am an Exo. I can calculate the abilities of a Wizard. I know the average distance they stay off the ground, the amount of damage a bolt of Arc energy from their claws can do, the average number of Thrall and Acolyte spawn they have at their disposal-
T: And none of that changes the fact that you were afraid of her. Who can blame you after the incident at the Seeder? It is the whole reason you sought therapy in the first place – a brave decision, and unusually self-aware for an Exo. Many of your people do not acknowledge the human aspect of their intelligence.
M35: You speak of her as if she is in the past tense.
T: Is she still alive?
Silence, lasting 9 seconds.
M35: I do not know.