Layla swallowed and knelt to scoot Richards back toward the trees, then started forward to Jamie.

He was wasted, more of a wreck than she'd ever seen him. Braving herself against the stench and the gut-roiling horror of watching him cradle the dupe and all but weep.

She knew about this Dupe. Even if the Legacy Virus was null and void on sunny Tabula Rasa, everything else corpses had after they'd spent time hanging out in tropical lagoons- even very brief amounts of it- were not.

"Jamie," she said again after a long moment.

"Jamie, please."