Morwen sits at her desk again, a tired and defeated expression on her face, her eyes damp. She's wearing what appears to be an old Ghost Festival dress uniform, but the sleeves are missing, revealing two long, uncomfortable-looking gashes on her arms, one on each arm; they appear to have been treated, but there is still a large amount of dried blood smeared on her skin around the cuts.
Things didn't go exactly as we'd planned. We got to Curse, and met with the Dominations representative, got what we wanted... but as we were leaving the meeting... I don't know what happened exactly. We were heading back to the main part of the station on one of the elevators, and then I woke up in a cell with her, elsewhere.
Morwen rubs one of her arms carefully, her fingertips gingerly tracing the long wound.
They... it was Blooders. Using us for their sick, twisted rituals. They took me out once, cut up my arms and made me bleed into this... this pit... when they brought me back to the cell, Reppy was gone. I don't know how long I was in that cell after that, but... eventually help came. Masque, Kimochi, Ms. Alterana, even Andrastus was there. They got me out of the cell, and we tried to find Reppy, but... when we did...
She pauses, biting her lip gently before continuing.
When we did, she was just a hologram. Pretending to be one of them. Or maybe she wasn't pretending. I don't know. She... she called herself "Cruoris." Another personality, maybe... but... she escaped before we could catch her, and tried to kill us by destroying the station with us on it. We made it out, but just barely... and before she disappeared, she sent me a message...
A recording begins to play, Reppy's familiar voice sounding from somewhere off-camera.
I love you, Morwen...
The recording cuts out, and Reppy's voice is silenced, replaced by an artificial, somewhat disinterested "error, transmission interrupted" from the ship's computer. Morwen manages to choke back a small sob and wipes her eyes.
That's it. That's all she could send before... before I don't know what. That message is all we have to go on. Masque's doing what she can to track her, but... she's not stupid, if she doesn't want to be found...
A soft Gallentean voice speaks, tone firm.
We are not talking about someone like Miss Terranova, Morwen. Yes, Repentence is clever, intelligent and resourceful when she wants to be, but she lacks experience. She will make a mistake eventually... and I'm not quite sure that she doesn't want us to find her. It will take time.
Morwen sighs, nodding to herself.
Yeah, I guess so... I'm still worried about it though... scared, even. If... when we do catch her, if we have to force her into the new clone we've prepared for her the hard way...
The Gallentean voice speaks again.
We will have to cross that bridge when we come to it.
Another nod from Morwen before she replies, her voice hesitant and unsure.
Just... if we do, I want to do it. It should be me, not... not some random other person. It needs to be me. I just don't know if I can do it.
There is something that sounds like a sigh from the other voice in the room, then it speaks once more.
That may be out of our control. Go take a shower and get some sleep. I'll wake you if anything important comes up.
Morwen sighs another time, nodding defeatedly.
She stands up slowly, then reaches over and turns off the recorder.