The conference room fell into dead silence.
Each of them had different thoughts.
Howard sat helplessly in his chair, his ten fingers buried deep in his hair.
The brain he had always been so proud of simply could not process such violence, which completely defied all moral principles and cognitive frameworks.
Guilt and self-reproach tormented him madly. As a highly educated scientist with a broad understanding of the world, he should have condemned Alvin's barbaric violence. But... it was precisely that overly rational mind that allowed him to see the cold logic beneath those seemingly heartless, cruel, and bloody acts: saving more people.
It was like the trolley problem.
There was never a single correct answer, nor could anyone stop the trolley from coming.
All one could do was weigh the lives on both sides of the scale—the few and the many—then make a choice.
Peggy Carter bit her lower lip hard until her mouth filled with the taste of rust.
As an agent, she understood Alvin's choice even better, because there were times when cruel decisions truly had to be made.
But the Grey Knights displayed a systematic, utterly unruffled attitude toward extermination, as though they were not wiping out humans, but pests that needed to be cleared away.
That absolute coldness, rationality, and inhumanity were far more terrifying than any monster she had heard of or seen.
She took a deep breath, gathered her courage again, and stared directly at Alvin. "Where's the evidence? I need evidence!"
"What evidence do you want?"
What little patience Alvin had left had already been worn away by Chester, so his tone naturally was not pleasant.
Honestly, if he had not been worried about affecting future changes in the timeline, there had been much simpler ways to handle this. There would have