by Seven

Disclaimer:  Earth: Final Conflict and its characters are copyrighted by Tribune Entertainment
Company.  All rights reserved.
 
 

Notes from Author: Sequel to "Mortality". First-person story from Liam's point of view.
 
 

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Zo'or lost consciousness not long ago. He shimmers white and gasps every few minutes, and I can't
do a thing to help him. I wish I could.

It's odd... I seem to be more scared by the thought of him dying than he is. He was just talking,
looking off into the distance with a little smile. I felt sorry for him.

I don't want him to die.

I'm not certain why. I know he's my enemy, but like this... somehow he seems more like a real person.
It makes me wonder what Zo'or is like under the shell—even though he told me that he'd leave me to
die. I suppose it's fortunate I wasn't the one bleeding to death.

He shivers a little, and I lean over to make sure he's not getting worse. He's trembling as I sit back
down, and I know his pain is getting worse.

A cool breeze wafts through the room. The huge red sun is sinking slowly. I wondered briefly if
Taelons felt the cold, indecisive as to whether to pull a blanket over him. I decided against it, since he
would indoubtedly let me know if he were cold.

A little plume of blue-white energy seeped under the shuttle fragment. I quickly pressed it back to
Zo'or's torso, then tightened the mesh bandage around it. He stiffened a little, but didn't awaken. His
eyelids fluttered and he mumbled something under his breath.

I need to get him out of here. He's slipping away, little by little. I only hope that I can convince
someone in this place to help me. Otherwise, Zo'or is going to die.