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6 Panels.

Panel 1:
Eurico moves his hands through the Foreigner's hair.

Estanis (off panel): Christ, if this is anything like our deslusos, you're wasting your time.
Eurico: No.

Panel 2:
Eurico is standing behind the chair the Foreigner is tied to. Behind them, the sunset comes in through the window, and the two of them are barely more than silhouettes.

Eurico (cont): This thing is but a parasite, latching onto the remains of a human mind. It's pattern is different. Not human. New. And more fragmented than the mind of an Augur.

Panel 3:
The Foreigner's black left hand, with a few fingers chopped off.

Estanis (off panel): Huhh, the meditans might have just found out a way to make dead soldiers too.
Eurico (off panel): Recycled proactive soldiers? That'd be the end of us.

Panel 4:

Estanis: That shit's unsettling, man.

Panel 5:
Top view of the room. Estanis is leaning against one of the beds, which is covered in different torture tools, some of them with blood, and a few beer bottles. Eurico is holding a syringe.

Eurico: You go on. I'm gonna give it another shot of ibuprofen. Its pattern is starting to shift outwards. We don't want it attacking us again.

Panel 6:
Estanis sighs.