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[@AimeChambers]

	When Cyrus got on the loudspeakers, Thomas was in the physiology ward all the way in the hospital region. 

	[color=d1c2bf]“Everyone, this is Cyrus. I want to meet everyone in the dining hall within fifteen minutes. This is an emergency. I repeat: This is an emergency, meet in the dining hall.” [/color]

	When he first heard the voice, his interest was caught immediately and he stopped what he was doing in the ward. Not because of what he heard, but because he had thought the speaker was a certain conqueror at first. He quickly dispelled that thought, recognizing his lack of recognition for Davis’s voice, and resumed what he was doing. It wasn’t that he wasn’t going to see what was happening in the dining room, nor that he wasn’t curious who the voices owner was, but he didn’t see it fit to drop everything and head over. Fifteen minutes was far more than enough time to get to the dining hall from where he was, he would only need five. In fact, he could leave with three minutes left and still be punctual if he rushed. 

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	Thomas had been among the last infinites to finally show up in the dining hall. It wasn’t because he was late, but because he had arrived just on time. In fact, the moment he walked in was the moment that Cyrus had started talking. He had left with three minutes to spare, and he had arrived right on time. Being the Infinite Biomechanic, that wasn’t too impressive either. His arrival was just a function of his walking speed, and his walking speed was just a function of biomechanics. In fact, wouldn’t it be aloof if he were to be wrong?

	It was good that Thomas had arrived late too, because his interest in this affair was quickly dwindling. If he had realized that it was Cyrus — just another one of the participants — who had gotten on the intercoms [i]before[/i] he explained the situation, he may have just left altogether. Fortunately, at least for Thomas’s participation, this matter was sufficiently interesting to make him put his current affairs on the backburner. In fact, now was a prime opportunity to make his [i]observations[/i] about other Infinites as most everyone (spare a few) appeared to be present. He didn’t feel comfortable taking out his notebook around so many people, so it would be back to the traditional method of mental notes. Thomas took a seat at the nearest table as he did so.

	The first and most obvious infinite in this room was none other than the Infinite Politician, Thomas’s eyes settled on him as he vaguely listen to what he said. Tall, slender, and every bit as dignified as Thomas thought he’d be. There was a single word that Thomas could use to describe him; every single inch of Cyrus oozed one single thing - authority. Only Authority? No, that wasn’t right. There was a second aspect to Cyrus, plastered all over his face. It reminded Thomas of a gunpowder keg lying next to an open flame. Thomas couldn’t pinpoint what it was. Arrogance? Anger? Fear? Thomas had trouble reading Cyrus’s face. This frightened Thomas. This man… was just like a sheet of ice. Just a single wrong move could shatter it, and Thomas had no idea what he was hiding.

	There were several others in the room who had caught Thomas’s interest, namely Zachary, Mercy, and Jezebel, but there wasn’t enough time for him to make a detailed analysis. Cyrus was already done speaking, and he had requested help from the individuals in the room. [color=2E2C2C] also known as warp doesn’t want to waste any more time on fluff. [/color]

	The situation at hand sounded exactly like the type of situation that Thomas had wanted to avoid. That is to say, Thomas did not want to involve himself. What good would it serve to put himself in the type of situation where he’d be facing the carnage sister?. Not only that though, what good could he serve? He didn’t have strength, he had logic, and there was no-

	[color=lightblue]“"She can just take me."”[/color]

	Of course. Logic. It had averted Thomas’s mind, or more correctly, he had ignored the thought when it first appeared because it sounded morbid. Trading one for another, it was like they were some sort of human trafficker. But in this case… would it really be a travesty of logic to trade one infinite’s freedom in order for another to stay alive. In fact, by the sounds of it, it was almost as if Aleecia knew the carnage sister on a personal level. Did the robot really mean harm once Aleecia was in her possession? Thomas couldn’t answer that, but this was very cut and dry logic to Thomas. Thomas waited for Isaiah to finish speaking, and then Thomas’s thoughts developed into words in his mouth, and he slowly began to speak towards no one in particular.

	[color=ADD278] “...goal. We’ve established a goal. We’re trying to minimize casualties. That’s the goal, right? Minimize casualties. So how do we go about it? In the case that we form a group and try to recapture K-”[/color] — Thomas coughed —[color=ADD278]“the Infinite Violinist, there is a great chance of casualties. Right? We could consider that great risk to our lives, since there would have to be multiple infinites taking action against the carnage sister. Let’s call this Contingency A.”[/color] Thomas looked around and stood up, resolving his words so he sounded more certain. He wasn’t sure if any of the infinites realized the direction he was taking this, and he wanted to prolong that for as long as possible. He had to hammer in his logic before making his point or else they would deny his reasoning.  [color=ADD278]“Contingency A, then, is a great risk to our lives and thus a great risk to the goal, which is to minimize casualties.”[/color] Thomas took a deep breath and looked around, watching the eyes of the people around him. [color=ADD278]”We have what we’ll call Contingency B. We do nothing. We let the carnage sister kill the violinist. This would pose a moderate, but guaranteed, loss of life. If we were presented a situation where it was guaranteed that one person would die, this might be appealing, but I don’t think that this is that type of situation.”[/color] Thomas stepped towards Aleecia, his eyes settling on her. [color=ADD278]“There is still another contingency. Let’s call this Contingency C.”[/color] Thomas took another breath. He was every bit as neutral as he typically was, but he was skeptical about how they would receive his suggestion. He understood that his logic was superior, but he also understood how they would let emotions get in their way. [color=ADD278]“Contingency C. We give the Dice Master to Nariko. The results? In a situation where a great risk to life or a guaranteed loss of life were the first two options, nobody dies.”[/color]

	Thomas continued walking towards Aleecia and Ice until he was just several feet away from them. [color=ADD278]“I agree with your proposition, Dice Master. [i]Your solution is the only logical conclusion one could make in this situation.[/i]”[/color]