[The paper notes are quaint, something Love has rarely had occasion to use in his long lifespan. He'll have to borrow them later.]

People haven't been very willing [able] to tell me what's going on.

As for the punishment for abandoning my role... I have a preexisting medical condition that returns if I try to leave. [Painful disintegration into a puddle of bioengineered clone goop, essentially.] What about you?