The Operative:
Do you know what your sin is, Doctor?
Dr. Mathias:
I wonder if—
The Operative:
It's pride.
[Rewinds the scan]
Dr. Mathias:
[in the scan] Key members of Parliament have personally observed this subject. I was told that the Alliance's support—
The Operative:
“Key members of Parliament.” Key. The minds behind every military, diplomatic, and covert operation in the galaxy, and you put them in a room with a psychic.
Dr. Mathias:
If there was some classified information that she... She never spoke of it. I don't know what it is.
The Operative:
Nor do I. And judging by her deteriorating mental state, I'd say we're both better off. Secrets are not my concern. Keeping them is.
Dr. Mathias:
Whatever secrets she might have accidentally gleaned, it's probable she doesn't even know she knows them. That they're buried beneath layers of psychosis.
The Operative:
You know, in certain older civilized cultures when men failed as entirely as you have, they would throw themselves on their swords.
Dr. Mathias:
Well, unfortunately, I forgot to bring a sword—
[The Operative pulls out a sword and slowly turns to him]
Dr. Mathias:
I would put that down right now, if I were you.
The Operative:
[Hold the handle of the sword out to him] Would you be killed in your sleep like an ailing pet?
