"What?" It was the only word that Charles was able to vocalize. His eyes fell to the floor and he struggled to compose himself. It was odd, he thought in his silence, the way you can feel the blood leave your face. His face became paper white. Finally the true price he might be paying came to him. "Project Andromeda…" His eyes flashed with renewed vigor. "You condemn us? Do you understand the true implications of what you've done?"<br/><br/>His thoughts were racing faster and faster. The room almost seemed to spin as he began to pace from one end to the other. Options flew to him and one after another they fell away useless. Realization took hold and he knew he had only one option to continue his work. Charles walked to meet the doctor and found his eyes. "I will accept this with a condition." There was a pause as Charles gave the doctor a moment to process. "I require your assistance in continuing my research and eventually funding for development and testing." Another pause clung to the air like a cancer. "If you can't accept this I will have no choice but to leave. I can't trust the efforts of one man when there is so much more at stake."