Christian listened to Dr. Wilson's plan looking at the man, or in reality just slightly over his shoulder. He didn't consider it a difficult choice. These Reformers hadn't shot at then, locked them in a cell or drugged and kidnapped them (well him anyway). If he had to choose between the two groups the Reformers seemed like those with the most legitiment methods. 

Besides, it wasn't like he had all that much to return to even if he could convince these groups to leave him alone. His only family was... gone. His students might miss him but past that and his landlord nobody would notice his disappearance and it was likely that these TSP people had sorted out a reason why he'd gone so no one would be suspicious. Something like a note to all his students: "My sincerest apologies but I am going oversees..." blah blah blah. 

Besides if these Reformers could help him control his second sight... he imagined all the things he'd wished he could do again since the accident. Going for runs in the morning was high on that list. Without realizing it his decision was made. "Alright, we'll see how this week goes." 

He paused, the next thing he had to say was one of the toughest things he had ever said but he must. He'd not had his White Cane when he was kidnapped so if he wanted to go with them then... "I'm... gonna need some help..." He raised his hand a little in the air. "I need... someone to... someone to guide me." He let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. He could count on one hand the number of times he said those words in relation to his eyesight.

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