[Still standing, the look he cuts between them flashes—resentment, a kind of humor that sits bitter on the tongue. Irritation, that this is what checks the pair of them, held like a stone in the fist.]

You may have everything you need waiting for you in the wings, or you may be happy to not care what comes after. But let's not forget that half those dreams were as much concerned with that as the other was with picking sides and fighting a losing war. We find how what they want tomorrow overlaps with our purpose today, and then use it to remind them why they're here.

Which will be harder to do without without suspicion, [he adds, attention drawn to Byerly like filings to a magnet. He can't help himself.] Now that they have every reason to expect us to come for them.