Hector Grant's expression was exceptionally resolute. "I've made up my mind. I know what I have to do. I'm the one leading this mission. Since I brought you all out here, I should be the one to get you all back safely."
Sierra Sullivan was in no mood to listen to his so-called principles. She asked only one question. "So, you're saying you're going to find Dr. Hayes and have him make you stronger? You want to become like those... things? Like one of those walking corpses? You want to become Dr. Hayes's puppet?"
"Puppet?" Hector Grant repeated the word, his expression momentarily complex.
But the complexity quickly vanished, replaced by determination.
An unprecedented determination.
"As long as I can get everyone back to Subterra safely, I don't care if I become a puppet."
