"Learned?"
The journalist's eyes were steady—and tragic. "Nothing would be gained. Others would merely follow in place of us."
"I but asked you to decide for yourself—not for them."
The journalist flushed. "In my profession we do not even agree to stand ready to die for other men. I am here not to determine, but merely to report."
"Sopho?"
The physicist's eyes blazed suddenly. "Yes," he said. "I'll go back! I was never certain. I am always ready to re-study a problem!"
Chris put his arm around the old man. "You!"
But the scientist pulled away. "On one condition."
"And that?"