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"From the Hung ... or from me?" Xris asked.
"I heard you were out of the hospital, asking questions about me. I wanted to see you, Xris. I wanted to tell you the truth. But it would have been too dangerous. Not for me," she added before he could comment, "for you." He stared at her.
"Haven't you figured it out yet?" She was impatient. "It was the bureau who set me up, Xris! They set me up to take the fall. I didn't see it coming. I didn't realize until it was too late. And if I didn't play their game, they would have killed me, you, Marjorie. Anyone who knew anything. You see, I not only found out about the Hung, I found out about their connection with the bureau."
It was all starting to make sense. Xris watched a light flash on the console. "When you said 'they' killed Armstrong, you didn't mean the Hung, did you?"
"That was when I decided to do this." Rowan gestured to herself, to her body. "Dalin Rowan had to die. He knew too much. If he died, the rest of you might live."
"Why didn't he die for real, then?" Xris demanded harshly.
"Because he intended to come back from the dead," she said softly. "One day, he was going to return and make things fight."
"Why didn't he?"
She was silent a moment, then said, "You don't feel any pain when you're dead, Xris. Resurrections hurt."
He could have said something to this, was about to when the computer interrupted
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