[Carlisle inhales the steam of his again, and while Qubit's needs another couple of minutes, his is already working: he can feel some semblance of heat seeping into his limbs, the tension ever-present in his shoulders relenting as his troubling thoughts are obscured by a veil of mild intoxication. He opens his eyes, the glow of them unfocused as they land on Qubit.]
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'Faustian bargain'?