He voiced his agreement.
They were all worried that Lynn might have lost his mind. That was hardly a good sign. Defeatism needed to be resisted, but extreme triumphalism was something to watch out for too. If Lynn accidentally became obsessed, the losses would outweigh the gains.
Lynn stared at everyone, taking in their anxious expressions, as though they were worried about someone with an intellectual disability.
"What are you even talking about?! I'm being serious! Do I look like I'm messing with you? And I'm not sick! I really have thought of a workable method!"
"..."
"Hey! Brain! Don't leave! Titan Big Brother! I'm serious! What do you mean by leaving the table? Do you really have that little faith in me?!"
"..."
Several minutes later.
At the conference table.
With a serious expression, Lynn held a pen and repeatedly scribbled and sketched on a sheet of paper as he said:
"I'm not joking. Everything I said just now wasn't a suggestion that we split up! Nor have I lost heart. During this month of fighting the Time War, I wasn't really trying to escape. I've actually been thinking all along about how we can break out of our current situation."
As he spoke,
Lynn pushed the sheet he had been scribbling on in front of everyone.
"Look. What's this?"
Lynn solemnly adjusted the Monocle.
Everyone looked over uncertainly. A few crooked, spherical cubes had been drawn on the paper. His artistic ability really left much to be desired.
"A crystal?"
"A ball?"
"A steamed bun?"
"A bomb?"
Everyone hesitantly offered their opinions.
Only Captain Constantine remained silent, the Soulfire flickering in his eye sockets as he studied the thing Lynn had drawn.
Lynn: "..."
Lynn: "Is my drawing really that bad... Can't you see all the lines