True, but not as reassuring as it might be. If my whole chain of logic is right, I’ve got a biological time bomb in my lungs or in my guts, and whoever put it there can set it off with the casting of a single spell. Only with a major effort do I stuff those fears deep down into the mental swamp. They’ll bubble up again, sure—and probably at the worst possible time—but at least they’re out of the way for the moment. What I tell myself is that, okay, maybe I’ve got the bug in my system. But activating it means the bad guys—whoever they are—have to target me with the trigger spell. Which requires them knowing where the frag I am and that I’ve been infected with the virus in the first place. Chances of that? Pretty fragging slim, or at least that’s the way I choose to look at it. Who knows? Maybe I avoided infection in the first place.