Benn stared at Grey for a long moment, his fingers tapping against the head of his cane while nobody else around the table seemed willing to speak first. Grey had expected an argument, maybe Sabrina yelling at him for even considering something this dangerous, but his grandfather only leaned back in his chair and let out a slow breath.
"So what happens if you don't do it?"
Grey's lips pressed into a line. "That's the fucking problem. The Genesis Council is already moving. Amunet thinks they're looking for a way to use Earth to get at me, and right now this place doesn't have enough standing in the Genesis System to stop them from doing whatever political bullshit they can justify."
Benn nodded toward the dark window, where the occasional red scan of another patrol machine still passed through the distance. "I have no idea what a Genesis Council is, but... you either move first or let them decide what Earth becomes."
"Pretty much."
