The false Carlisle offers Glacius a smile in return, but only for a moment before he takes a deep breath, as though preparing himself to say something important. He is, of course -- he's about to ruin his original's hard work, sever all the connections he's made. He doesn't deserve them.

"Busy, my friend," he assures the alien. "I've been doing some thinking, and perhaps it's better we go our separate ways."