[Carlisle meets Qubit's eyes, anger flashing within the vibrant energy that illuminates them.]

How could I? What could possibly convince someone -- someone who is supposedly me, mind you -- to value his own existence more than those around him? What did he have, what did he value so much that he would put them all in danger like that? Could he not bear to part from the friends he had made? From the life he had carved for himself there? Was he simply a coward?

[He seems to lose steam at the end there, his eyes casting themselves to the ground between them. He's expressed his frustration with his own cowardice before to Qubit, and it remains a sore spot among many.]