If you prick us, do we not bleed? [open]

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

In some ways fainting had been a blessing to Chaucer. Medically, it was nothing but a nightmare, but he hadn't had to deal with the doctors or healers, or whoever had patched him up in the end. Whoever it was had done a brilliant job; Geoff had been terrified that he'd lose his arm at the very least, probably die. Instead he'd woken up to a splint and some heavy sort of wrapping. He couldn't move his arm, but it wasn't missing. A few minutes of checking it over had passed before he'd even noticed the odd pulling in his side and noticed the bandages there.

The relative lack of pain was a marvel in itself.

He needed to find out who had helped him, thank them, eventually. When he got out of the medbay. For now he was propped up slightly in his bed, struggling with the stylus for his comm. Left-handed writing was ridiculously difficult, made even more awkward by the unfamiliarity of the surface, but it was something to do. A way to write Philippa, one he could transcribe into legibility later.

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[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

"I am sure that the healer would have me thrown out were I to worsen your wounds," Sparhawk is glad of the banter as he seats himself.

"If we had voted to slay the Yeerk, then one faction would have been satisfied, and those who sought a peaceful resolution, I would hope, would have not chosen violence to make their protest. No one would have been hurt, and this division would not have been so complete."

[godimgood.livejournal.com]

"I think my head must be fogged by whatever has taken away a majority of the pain." Geoff rubbed his face, wondering if he was making any sense at all. "What sort of life was the creature fated to?"

[bluerose-knight.livejournal.com]

"My knowledge of the Yeerks is limited to the information given for the trial, but I believe that if it had not been discovered, then it would have stayed hidden, reluctant to act without orders, and unwilling to act to the detriment of the host. It was not of a high rank, and so was at the mercy of others higher than it, who did not have the proper respect for the behaviors of leaders. It was under threat."

Which is something that Sparhawk disapproves of. There is a certain standard of behaviour that he expects from those in charge, and the Yeerks go against all of that.

"With our vote, it was either doomed to death, or imprisonment. There was never the choice to give it freedom, given the way that it would live out in freedom."