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[Shinzon is not happy. Not happy at all. He's in a lot of pain, but he is really accustomed to fighting bodily agony, so the only emotion he's sending out is rage.]

Where is he?

[For all those poor schmucks in the infirmary, Shinzon is puling off whatever bandages he has around his neck, intent on getting the hell out of there.]

Where is he?

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No, [he said, shifting slowly. He could control this pain. It was nothing, and he planned to keep telling himself that until it felt true. A swift glance was shot toward Kahlan.]

Will you stay? [He hadn't really meant to say that.]

Of course, if that's what you want. I'll stay. [She didn't exactly feel good about leaving him on his own right now anyway. He had just been murdered after all.]

[Thanking her again is asking a little much; he nods gestures toward his desk chair with his chin, moving slowly and stiffly to find some level of comfort on the bed.]

[She took the hint and brought the desk chair over to sit by the side of his bed. She felt a little awkward and didn't quite know what to say.]

[Shinzon ran a hand over his head again, vaguely recalling the blow that killed him, the start of his head separating from his body.]

Do I appear normal? [He spoke abruptly, still likening the death toll to his cellular breakdown.]

[Well, that was an unexpected question.] Yes, you look the same as you usually do. Why?

[He stopped running that hand over his head and let it drop.] It's unimportant. [So long as his veins weren't making a vain attempt to escape his skull.]

Clearly, it is, Shinzon. Please, tell me what you meant. [She wasn't going to pressure him if he didn't want to tell her, but she figured she ought to try to get an answer out of him.]

[He was silent, for a moment debating whether or not to answer. He leaned back, resting against the wall.]

When I was killed, it was a - [he wasn't sure he liked how this sounded] - mercy of sorts. I was already dying.

[She thinks he's taking about his recent murder.] But you weren't dying. Didn't the doctor's device confirm that for you?

[He frowns briefly before wavinga vague hand.] Not here. On the Scimitar.

I see. [She didn't have his file on hand and she couldn't recall the details of all that, so she asked,] Why were you dying?

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I am a clone. [He pressed his lips together and shifted to lay down, moving gingerly.] A failed experiment. My cellular structure was breaking down.

[Kahlan had no idea what any of that meant.] How is that possible?

I was made to age rapidly at the press of a button, so that I would replace the man I was cloned from. At thirty, that button should have been hit; when it was not, my body broke down, incapable of sustaining it.[His voice was tense and terse, but he made the effort to sound detached.]

I was falling apart. My organs would have started failing catastrophically.

[She didn't reply. Really what could you add to that anyway? She just nodded and let him know she'd listen.]

It had an affect on my appearance. And it felt something like this. [He shifted on the bed, one hand holding his stomach, the other resisting the urge to touch his neck.]

What affect did it have?

[He ran a hand over his skull again.] Veins stuck out. Most of them had a green hue. It was...unpleasant.

[Well, that sounded gross. But Kahlan didn't allow any thoughts of that nature to show on her face.] I'm sorry.

[It was totally gross.] It doesn't matter.

Well, at least you don't have to worry about that now. [She was trying to be optimistic.]

Clearly. [Pft. Optimism.]

You aren't worried it might happen again..are you?

[Obviously she knew he'd checked for that with McCoy's device, but that didn't mean he didn't think it was entirely impossible.]

I thought of it, but for it not to have manifested itself would make it seem unlikely. Still...[His hand tightened on his stomach against that pain, and he swallowed thickly.] I don't understand why it has not.

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