"Yes," exclaimed Lynx, at once, absurdly gratified and relieved. "That's it. Kuwabara, kuwabara."

He hadn't expected the pathologist to come up with it, in all honesty- after all he'd only been here for a few weeks at the most- what were the odds he would have heard Volgin say it?

And yet, Volgin had said it often enough when Lynx knew him. Why should that have changed?

When nothing else had...

"Thank you," he murmured. "You're a good soratnik."