"Hell, I don't blame him. I chose this and I'm terrified."

Hardison looks up at the pictures on the screen, swiveling left and right nervously.

"... What do we do? Think we should tell him? That might wreck him, man. And if Moreau finds out, we might not just have him breathing down our neck but the Carters, too. And a war between two big houses like that? Could get real ugly for all of us."