‘You turn it over,’ Trazyn shot back.
‘I thought the mysteries of the human form were but old prophecies to you? Surely you cannot tell me you refuse to–’
‘Yes, yes. Very well.’ Trazyn waded waist-deep into the water, hooked a finger on the jumpsuit and rolled the corpse over. ‘Hmm. This damage is… quite extensive.’
‘You’re saying humans don’t normally look like this?’ Orikan jabbed.

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