"Yes. I believe the answer to my question is there," Marlow said firmly.
OMTLM took off his purple goggles. His were clear, intelligent eyes and there was genuine compassion in them.
"Thank you," said Marlow. "If the answer is there, it still eludes me. I have failed in my mission for information. But I will return again. I will still find out what it is that is wrong here."
"No, you will not return."
"What will prevent me?" asked Marlow.
"Your death in a very few weeks."
"What will I die of?"
"What did all your young pilots die of?"
"But you swore that you did not know of any sickness I could have caught here!" Marlow cried.
"That was true when I said it. It was not true a moment later."