[Qubit's eyes meet Carlisle's glowing ones; he looks down to his drawing again as if it would help him with this conversation, but the lines remain silent. Back his gaze goes to Qubit as he closes the journal and sets it aside.]

No. Not that I know of.

[That's the truth, but not satisfactory enough for Qubit, and Carlisle knows it. He pulls in a breath, the air rattling dryly through his throat.]

I have long suspected you must have a wild temper simmering beneath your skin, but as I have said, you've always been adept at hiding such flaws, as though they would ruin you were anyone to know of their existence. I may be one of the few here who has seen you buckle beneath the pressure.

[His fingers curl against his legs, the fabric pulled taut against his skeletal knuckles.]

I have been there many times myself. You have seen it, even if you do not remember. I know what it is like, the burden of a mind that just... won't stop.