[ Qubit frowns to himself. Carlisle's acting awfully calm about all this, he's noticed. A little too calm. Nevertheless, he has a point. The court of public opinion can only try him in absentia, so for now, its judgment is a hypothetical. On the other hand, Qubit's day-to-day judgment of himself is very real. And if anyone can sympathize with that scenario, it's Carlisle.

He is going to make Qubit answer the question, though, apparently. But as Qubit turns back to do so, Carlisle's posture makes him pause. Between his gentle tone and the open-handed gesture, it's pretty clear what answer he's fishing for. What reassurance he's trying to offer. And... suddenly, the pieces click. ]

... Sometimes I almost forget you're a priest. [ He says it with fondness, though. ]

You already know what I'm going to say, of course they don't cancel out. They exist alongside each other, they're both part of who I am. But I still made those choices, Carlisle. It's not as if I didn't know there would be consequences - if anything, the fact I didn't care to think them through makes it worse.

[ He looks Carlisle in the eye, gently shaking his head. He sees what you're doing, and he is not letting it go unchallenged. ]

I'm not any better than Tony. You can't condemn him and pardon me.