Voice.

[outer_npcs]

The gauntlet's been cast. Challenger chooses the field.

They know where to make us bleed.

Comments

[femshep]

How long do we have? [Because Erik may be the target, but he's bringing it down on the rest of them too.]

[outer_npcs]

Soon. They chase the sun down.

[femshep]

Tonight?

[No, don't answer that, she figures she knows anyway. New question:]

Is it Erik they're after?

[outer_npcs]

[Well, it's a night. Seeing through time: makes chronology a mite tricky to pin down.]

They strike at our hearts.

[femshep]

Do they have a weakness?

[outer_npcs]

Their fears are their weakness.

[femshep]

And what do they fear?

[outer_npcs]

Cracks in their armor. That which they can't see.

[femshep]

So if we get the armor off, they're soft just like the rest of us.

'That which they can't see'... Any chance you'll tell me how literal I should be taking that?

[outer_npcs]

No. Hard as stone. They're made that way.

It is - Pasteur's bane. They lack his ingenuity.