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[Not long after this post from the Malnosso's new therapist, there is a huge racket going on at the Welcome Center. His rage at the thought of being taken to therapy and his instability in Luceti has gone over the edge and Walter is screaming and throwing chairs and bed mattresses, lamps and anything else he can get his hands on. The tirade is caught on video as he throws his journal across the room, smashing it into the wall and jolting it on. It shows him upside down.]

I will not go! They can't make me!

Peter! Peter!! [He picks up a glass and smashes it against the far wall.]

Disgusting, dirty, everything is contaminated with their evil! They're watching our every move! Everything we do! Our entire lives - our privacy, our names!

Damn vipers among our ranks and we can't even ferret them out?!

I won't go! I will NOT be taken again!! Peter! You can't let them take me again!

[He grabs a lamp and smashes it against the floor repeatedly.]

I'll find how you watch us and I'll destroy it! I'll find it and destroy it!!!

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[He just tilts his head and eyes Walter very seriously for a moment. Yes, he'll run out. He's only got about 5 charges on him, including what he used on Walter's hand. Medi-gel isn't exactly common even where he's from, and now he's trapped on an unknown planet without much of a chance to get back to the Normandy.

Without really admitting anything, he just shrugs.]

You probably could. Would be helpful for anyone that needed it considering how backwards this place seems to be.

I would need the proper equipment. A lab - one with constant access. Do you know of one?

[He stops sniffing the substance and instead finds another shard of glass to use as a makeshift slide.]

Hey... [Shepard just holds his hands out on either side of him.] ... you're asking the wrong guy. I just got here, and I don't plan on staying long.

My best guess would be to make a list of equipment that you would need and then forward it to someone who might know how to quietly acquire that equipment.

[Not naming any names.]

You're as incapable of leaving as I am. [He presses the glass together and tries to find clear plastic to cover it with.]

When I find my lab, how shall I contact you?

Communicator.

[Just holds up the communicator... journal. Whatever. They're communicators in his world.

Then he turns to walk away, ignoring that comment about how he's incapable of leaving.]

Alright, Mr. Communicator....

[He doesn't seem to notice the gesture or that Shepard is leaving. He's focused on the makeshift slide he's created, holding it up to the light and turning it this way and that.]

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