[At the second hold, he tries to go still, compliant, something to gain him enough trust as he desperately processes for some last-minute plan. Cornelia was never supposed to even be in the hangars! There has to be something...]

I have all the information I need. You yourself suggested razing the fields. I am telling you they alone won't be enough to locate this person in time! We've lost the Lancelot, we...

[His voice cracks.]