Choking, he just narrows his eyes at me.

"Now, excuse me while I scan for a potential antidote."

Shipping drops beside the cyborg and starts to search his pockets manually.

Scanning over the fallen cyborg twice, my results are inconclusive on the existence of any kind of chemical or liquid that might be a cure. So I scan the room around us. Thrice. "There is no cure." My neurons start to buzz more strongly than they ever have before.

I'm going to lose my captain, my creator, my companion-

"No, it's right here."

Turning to face the Reverend, I find him straightening up from his search, a vial in his hand.

"Where did you-"

"He had a cavity in one of his cyborg parts," Shipping says. "Due to its proximity to both his biological and mechanical aspects, it makes it impossible to scan. The doctor who operated on Silas put one in him, for if he ever needed to stash something private."

I continue to stare at Shipping, my scanners of no use to me.

The Reverend grins at me as he secures the vial. "Have some faith, AI."