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[And once again, it is noon on meeting day in Patrol headquarters. There's a big open meeting room space, tables in the middle, a projector on the ceiling, computers in the walls. It is shiny, high-tech, clean, and full of a lot more people than last time. Yuan is already here before anyone else arrives, getting papers laid out and shuffled around. He seems tense, but satisfied. Things are finally coming together.]

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Well ... first of all, I owe everyone gathered here an apology, for going ahead on something like this on my own. I had thought that perhaps, I could find a solution without causing any further harm ... that's always been my goal. Always. I'm sure most of you who know me are well aware.

... Earlier in the year, I approached Riful privately, and asked if it were possible for her to survive on a food source alternate to human slaughter. [he's said it before today, to a few people, but even so, the words are still thick in his mouth. murder is never, ever an easy subject] She said that there was some quality unique to human bodies that brought her the necessary sustenance, so I ... started researching alternatives, tried to find out what, exactly, the quality might be. Some combination of enzymes, certainly, not found in other living creatures like the strange buffalo of the Dead Zone, or other easily obtainable protein sources ...

[he knows he's rambling, burying himself in science so that he'll feel more comfortable, and forces himself to stop.]