There is a level of eagerness that can't help express itself when Blake thinks about entertaining children. He's always felt that kids are utterly underestimated in what can only be described as a criminal level of misunderstanding. The number of people who don't know how quickly children pick up on things scares Blake more than some criminals, usually because he worries about the extended damage it can cause. Thankfully, he knows Viktor well enough by now that he can take a breath and explain.

"I... dunno if that's a good idea," he says, but is quick with an addendum: "The contest— I-I mean the contest, because—"

Blake feels at odds with himself and looses all the items from his grip onto the nearest surface. He'll need to gesture, and gesture he does, holding up those now-empty hands. "Okay, so— I know it sounds like a good idea, but I don't—" He wrings his hands, frets his lip. "I just think it's a bad idea to introduce people here to ways they might... exploit children.

"Not to say that's what a contest is doin', but I— Viktor, I worry 'cause this place may not be as screwed up as my world, but even if it's half as bad, someone out there's gonna be lookin' at what we do and tryin' to figure out how to use it for themselves.

"That's why I've been so worried 'bout your robotics. It's so good, but it could go so bad..."

And there it is, a whole bunch of worry finally out in the open. Blake feels ashamed, not only for saying something, but also for waiting so long to say something, too. Like he's got no choice but to feel bad and now he's taking the hardest way out, by trying to kill one good idea with another over an utter lack of faith in humanity.

Things have been rough in the last year; it was only a matter of time.