Carlisle stops moving as Glacius speaks, his eyes turning toward his friend. He sees that sorrow, hears it in the alien's voice.

"I..." His brow knits. "I wouldn't do that, but... would it truly wound you so much if we did?"

He casts Glacius a look that isn't puzzled, but expectant, eager, intensely curious as his hands wrap together, as they are far too shaky and numb to wring.