Crane gently pushes his glasses up his nose. He then taps the edge of the table before sliding his fingers together beneath the table. Hands fold together in his lap, out of sight as his mind looks towards the future. Three routes to take. Three paths to research. Three experiments to perform.

What a lovely conversation this is proving to be.

"Indeed. I only hope disparate elements refuse to submit to the grudges they bear." He lowers his brows and frowns, looking every inch cautious and concerned. "War is not only waged on foot. Sometimes the battle dwells within one's mind."