[Somewhere, if he still exists, a dead Spaniard was just seized by the memory of a sneeze. And of course people besides him do that, politicians still exist. Or, perhaps, did.

Charlotte grits her teeth, holding back a string of curses that would have made her partner blush before speaking again.]

You've answered what I didn't want to know. The reason, "survival" as you put it... how in any world does this procedure -

[Suddenly, with a recent memory jarred loose by her choice of words, everything clicks into place... or seems to.]

Oh my god. You send the shattered bodies to the Throne -

You're - you're harvesting time?!