[Carlisle nods, politely averting his eyes as Qubit blots away sweat and tears. No one wants to be seen for the mess they are beneath the stoic visage; he's been there.]

Perhaps. Either we will find the strength to shoulder our burdens, allow others to help us carry them, or be crushed beneath their relentless pressure. All unfortunately difficult choices.

[His eyes flick back to Qubit, the glow of them still vibrant, but sharply focused.]

But for now, we should find a way out of this place before you melt.

[That's his way of insisting they can discuss this further at a later date, if need be, as Qubit has offered him a few times before.]