"...Yes." The word comes out as an anxious confession. But as César continues speaking, his words begin to sink in, and Tarantulas begins to slowly lower his guard. By the time César is done speaking, he's even managed a small, approving smile.

"I had...hopes, that you would see it that way," he says quietly. "You truly have a great scientific mind, César. I'm glad that I have the chance to know you -- and you're quite right." He sighs. "I do need a considerable amount of help. Perhaps...beginning with that healing you offered?"