[ Rezo calls on him as if it's only natural that he would, and the gloom Zelgadis was harboring all of a sudden feels like indolence. Assuming that the sickest will be impossible to save before Rezo has even examined them is the same thing as sealing their fate.
There are kids in here. Zelgadis couldn't, in good conscience, look at any one of them and say "you probably can't recover from this, so we're giving up on you".
He only ever wanted to become strong so that he could protect the weak. People like this.
He's ready to assist however he can. ]
Got it.
[ There are two patients among the fifty who will have the most information to offer:
One is Laurent, a man in his twilight years who was among the first to become infected, and two is the relatively healthiest of this unfortunate group, a middle-aged woman named Maude.
Laurent looks as if he is already dead. His physical condition is so poor that he should not be able to draw breath, yet breathe he does. It's as if another force entirely is in command of his organs, forcing them to operate and persist beyond their natural limits. There's no light within his eyes. His smile is frozen upon his face. Even if they heal his body, Zelgadis doesn't know what will become of his mind.
Then there is Maude. She can still speak, and though she's suffered severe cognitive decline, her short term memory is intact enough that she can engage in brief conversation. When Rezo and Zelgadis approach her bed, she turns her eyes their way. Her hand twitches, like she wants to reach out but lacks the strength. In a halting voice, she appears to address them. Her smile is uncannily wide.
"...Blessed. The spring... was blessed. We were... blessed. Why? Why were we blessed? Why... were we blessed? Why were we? Why... were we? Why were we? Why were we? Why were... we...? Why... were..." ]
H-Hey, calm down...
[ He places an awkward hand over hers (still twitching), and glances at Rezo a little desperately. She keeps asking until she hasn't any strength left.
He doesn't know what that was, but he feels kind of ill. ]
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There are kids in here. Zelgadis couldn't, in good conscience, look at any one of them and say "you probably can't recover from this, so we're giving up on you".
He only ever wanted to become strong so that he could protect the weak. People like this.
He's ready to assist however he can. ]
Got it.
[ There are two patients among the fifty who will have the most information to offer:
One is Laurent, a man in his twilight years who was among the first to become infected, and two is the relatively healthiest of this unfortunate group, a middle-aged woman named Maude.
Laurent looks as if he is already dead. His physical condition is so poor that he should not be able to draw breath, yet breathe he does. It's as if another force entirely is in command of his organs, forcing them to operate and persist beyond their natural limits. There's no light within his eyes. His smile is frozen upon his face. Even if they heal his body, Zelgadis doesn't know what will become of his mind.
Then there is Maude. She can still speak, and though she's suffered severe cognitive decline, her short term memory is intact enough that she can engage in brief conversation. When Rezo and Zelgadis approach her bed, she turns her eyes their way. Her hand twitches, like she wants to reach out but lacks the strength. In a halting voice, she appears to address them. Her smile is uncannily wide.
"...Blessed. The spring... was blessed. We were... blessed. Why? Why were we blessed? Why... were we blessed? Why were we? Why... were we? Why were we? Why were we? Why were... we...? Why... were..." ]
H-Hey, calm down...
[ He places an awkward hand over hers (still twitching), and glances at Rezo a little desperately. She keeps asking until she hasn't any strength left.
He doesn't know what that was, but he feels kind of ill. ]