[Though Carlisle doesn't fully understand the answer he gets — a million bucks? How does feeling like an unfathomable number of deer relate to one's health? — he can tell well enough from the tone that Qubit didn't enjoy the experience. No one does, frankly.]

Some, I believe, though whether or not what I found caused your current predicament is yet to be seen.

[His gaze remains on his own hands another second as he struggles to keep them still; it shifts to Qubit in the silence that follows.]

I will presumably have an easier time answering your questions than you will mine.