"Ich liebe Jerome"
"Ich liebe Angie"
"Thank God for Angie's part German-ness."
A few non-understandable conversations later, she came up with a result.
"As you know, his name is Jerome. He is the grandson of Adam. When his grandfather went into GUILT research, he was forced on the project, but abandoned it because it wasn't right. He was injected with the disease recently for his betrayal."
"Does he speak English?"
"Oh… I… uh… didn't think of that."
"Your medicine is DECEIT."
"No, not again."
"DECEIT"
He could feel himself drifting into the darkness…
He woke up. Angie was in tears.
"You went into cardiac arrest for some reason. Severe emotional stress, they said. You must be having dreams. Tell me, what are they."
"Ange…"
"You're under stress here and I want to know."
"You're… not helping."
Angie managed a small smile.
"In the dream, you're infected with DECEIT. I operate, but I can't save you."
Angie looked at him with a disappointed look. "You know that's never going to happen. You're the best doctor I've heard of. You have the Healing Touch, like me."
"But… it's the ultimate DECEIT. Like Savato."
"You cured it."
"But when I operated on the 'Last Sinner'. Nightmare."
"And you completed it."
Sidney rushed in. "Nozomi… DECEIT."
Dr. Stiles broke his daylong swearing promise. He was going to have to rinse his mouth out with soap after this.