[His blood oozes, thick and slow, smelling of strange brine, caustic metal, bitter ink, oleic acid.]

The last time he was gone, I trusted the Admiral to bring him back. And he did. But I didn't account for what he went through in the meantime.

I've weighed the risks as well as I can. I'm taking any resources or precautions people can get me tonight. I swear I'm not doing this - lightly, or because I don't value the life I have.