“Healer Marino, prior to this autopsy, you performed a transmutational dissection, did you not?” Helena nodded, fingers flexing inside her gloves. “At the Council’s request—” “That was a yes or no question,” Matias said sharply. “Yes.” “And during that dissection, you used transmutational abilities to examine and reverse the creation of the chimaera in ways that any other medical personnel would have been incapable of, did you not?”
Piece of shit
