That second mouth above his eyes wrinkles, making a soft chittering sound, "So you're given a choice then? I suppose I would prefer it then. I was quite ready to die, but now here I am, opening my eyes again and again when I shouldn't have. After a while that gets rather old." And horrible for his mental stability. There were more reasons than just selfishness that he hadn't tried to move Audrey's formula into some kind of human trials. Now he's sure that people weren't made to be immortal given the amount of violence he'd survived and kept going.

His eyes glance to a frame on his desk, himself and Stew the night they'd gotten engaged. He'd been half tempted to scribble Simon out of the photo but had thought better of it, setting another of himself and Simon face down instead, "The option I want the Admiral won't provide me, so that's all a nonstarter."