I am a baby again. Sick. Dying. I carry my baby. I have the Shroud. He wraps me in a blanket. The blanket hums. The Shroud hums.
"YOU ARE UNDEVELOPED." Heal him! "SUBJECT IS UNDEVELOPED."
Damn you! Heal him. Who is talking? Who is yelling? "COME CLOSER."
It hurts! "PAIN IS TEMPORARY." I do not understand. "COMPREHENSION IS UNNECESSARY."
"REPARATION IS POSSIBLE. DIFFICULT." Do it, then!
So warm! So cold. It draws the life from me. It makes me feel alive. Is it done? "YES." Did it work? Answer me! Did it work?
Consus? Are you there, Consus? "SLEEP, CHILD. FORGET THESE DREAMS."