"Lady Renie, he... he just now read some of that, uh, forbidden knowledge, and then... then as he kept reading he turned into this."
Emhardt also flew to Renie's side. Looking at the ball of flesh in front of him that seemed to be made of some unknown substance, he hurriedly explained,
"I tried to talk him out of it, totally useless, he insisted on doing this, I couldn't stop him..."
Renie, in a black dress, looked exactly the same as when they'd parted. A rich, faint fragrance lingered around her; that elder‑sister‑like face of hers was now extremely serious.
"I understand."
"You... you've got to save him..."
Renie didn't respond, just swept her gaze up and down over the Fisher Ball in front of her.
She tried several times to reach out, as if running through solutions in her head, but each time she very quickly rejected them.
