That damned paper…
Arturo, who had read it over his shoulder, had his jaw in the position it went when he was containing what he actually thought because what he actually thought wasn't useful out loud at this particular moment.
"He wants to plunder the vault first," said Julius, keeping his voice low, the space they were in had enough people within range for volume to matter. "We already knew that. But the installations…" He paused, holding the full implication of it. "If he gives the corruption access to those installations…"
"I don't think he knows he's doing that for it," said Selphira from where she was sitting, her more crystallized arm resting immobile yet hindering communicated how bad her situation was. Sitting helped since the hugging posture compensates for what the sensation could no longer provide. "He believes he has control of it. He believes the crystals are his and the corruption is a manageable tool he's been clever enough to harness."
