Chapter 1 page 23
Solla: Well, this explains a great deal, although it also complicates matters.
Ashido: Yeah, since yer brother won’t recognize any of us, it’s up ta ya ta drop off Grey. Ya want me ta come with ya or somethin?
Lypha: Thanks, Ash, but it’s fine. I already knew I’d be the one talking to him.
Sartre: Are Warriors quite through with Medic’s angst fest, now? Sartre has a great deal of work to do with the Human. Sartre has advanced medical training, not to mention a wrist computer. So, it’s private time now. Warriors out. Bye-bye.
Lypha: Oh…well, here’s my notes on him.
Sartre: Sartre doubts they will be of much use.
Koji: C’mon Loipha. Oi’ll help you send a message tew this Kyo.
Lypha: Uh… I can do it myself, Koji…
Sartre is left alone with Grey. Looking at a display projection from his wrist computer.
Sartre (speaking in Myche): Curiouser and curiouser. You’re not quite one of us, are you, Boy? Well, no matter. You won’t be a problem much longer.
(Footnote: spoken in Mythe, that’s why the grammar style abruptly changed. (cat face emoji))