Because he's looking down, César sees the drop of blood and looks up at them. His expression is tired. His brows furrow.

"You understood correctly. She would've figure out a way to get free again, eventually. She was barely stopped twice." It's actually three times, but César doesn't know that. "Or her memory banks would've been accessed, and then..."

César shakes his head. "There was too much at stake. Better one death than every other life on Earth. She was my responsibility. And there wasn't time for another solution."

A pause, brows furrowing more. "Are... you okay?"